The first snowfall of the season came today, with bitter cold accompanying it. I went out for a run as the snow started, but only went a mile as my hands were freezing despite wearing gloves.
Yesterday I went to see a movie at the mall, following a lunch of pizza at noon at the Lost Dog Cafe. I hadn't been to see a movie at a theatre in over a year.
A Monster Calls was the movie, dealing with a boy's struggles coping with his mother's death to illness, aided or perhaps goaded by the appearance of a spectre in the form of a massive walking tree. A movie to bring a date to it was not, as it was oppressively overwrought.
But the trip to the cinema was salvaged by seeing a second movie on the same day, Hidden Figures, a film about the incipient American space program as it battled the Russians for celestial ascendency even as it massively handicapped itself by discriminating against brilliant talent readily at hand in the form of capable African-Americans who were denied the opportunity to prove their worth due to the prejudices, customs and laws of the times in the South. The long-suffering underclass finally overcame the obstacles presented however, a triumph not of the American spirit but of the human spirit in the everlasting struggle against mendacity and evil.