Fell asleep watching television, woke early, fell out of bed, actually, some b version of The Three Musketeers was on.

Decided morning of first full day of being 37 demanded taking a walk by myself, bright morning sun, observing the light on the snow, people. Watched a young man in yellow, his postural repertoire apparently a derivative of the work of Mark Wahlberg, walk across a parking lot and get into his car. Walked away thinking about movies and the real world.

Watching The Godfather.