Regrets

I put in The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford a little after 10 p.m. last night without bothering to look at the length of the movie on the disk jacket. It ended around 1 a.m.

And this late night stuff? too much for this old man. Last night even more than usual. With about a half hour of the movie to go, my eldest was awakened by it, got frightened and asked me if she could sleep with Mommy. I let her, which meant I got to sleep in her bed (I didn't want to wake her again).

I learned a few things: (1) Even if you've had a movie for nearly a month from Netflix, keeping it a few more days is still a better option than staying up past midnight watching it. (2) Always, always, always check the length of the movie. (3) My daughter needs a new bed frame, rails or something, which leads me to the next thing I learned: (4) Sleeping on an incline isn't half as fun as it sounds. (5) Never add ice from the bag in your cooler to the ice cube container in your freezer. (I didn't learn this last night, but it's an important bit of information.)

By the by, it was an excellent movie.