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Finished watching the very bleak Año Bisiesto this morning. It's basically the opposite of last night's film, Midnight in Paris. As usual I read reviews for the film when I finished to see what other people made of it and was not shocked to see a lot of one star "ugly and spiritually depressing" type reviews from the non-critics. I found the movie hard to watch. It was slow, quiet, ugly, depressing, bleak and desperate but I don't think any of these things made it a bad film. I wish I had a better vocabulary for what makes a movie good or bad. I think it told a story very effectively. There was no artificiality. Like with Straw Dogs (the 70's version) it was a movie I had to stop and start repeatedly.

Anyway.

Jack is still sick. I thought he was better because he barely ran a temp yesterday but this morning he wouldn't get out of bed and when I checked his temp was back up to 103.6. I really don't want my kid to be sick for Christmas. Again. Thomas may end up hauling him back in to the doctor tomorrow on the day when he's supposed to be finishing up Christmas shopping (just a few things but they're spread out all over the damn city).

Time to find something fluffy and pretty to watch so I can scrub my brain clean while I figure out how to make pompoms for this ridiculous baby hat I knitted yesterday.