Daily Handbasket: In Which My Life Becomes Like LADYHAWKE (except I don’t get to be a hawk)

 

The Wednesday post is late today because I finally had to give up working at 2:45 this morning. I fear Husband and I are going to become like Isabel and Navarre, in the fantasy film Ladyhawke, only able to glimpse each other at dawn. (If you haven’t seen it, it’s a fun film that hasn’t aged particularly well. The soundtrack is madness. But it’s still worth a look for the story.)

I really need to stop complaining about going to bed too late, and decide whether I’m going to commit to the com...