My beloved is doing her duty to her mother, and helping out while her brother is making the move to Las Vegas. I'd give her 80% of my strength, if I could, but she probably won't need it. I'm thinking a lot about her, though.

Home from meetings and work, and I sat down to watch Netflix's disc of A Streetcar Named Desire; heck of a character study. I don't cotton much to Brando's character in it, but I suppose I wasn't supposed to.