Why, body, do you do

I smell to myself like celery soup. No good reason. Probably not a way for a reason of that kind to be good, but also in this case no reason I can think of.

Working on a fake trailer for the Brattle's yearly Trailer Smackdown; we've got some good stuff, but it's exhausting. Maybe we're being overambitious. I never remember to build time into my schedule (life schedule, not film schedule, although also film schedules) for resting.

Had dinner with Ciro's uncle and cousin as they passed through town on a road trip done right (all scenic routes) and meandering. First time meeting them. I suppose it's easy to like someone when you only have to talk to them for two hours, they're buying you dinner, and you know you won't see them again for years, but I did like them. Good anecdotes.