John and I watched Star Trek: The Motion Picture last night. The theory (not counting the new reboot and its sequel) is that the even-numbered Star Trek movies are good, and the odd-numbered ones are bad. Before last night, the only one I’d ever seen was the one with the whales (the fourth one – one of the supposed good ones). Question: if the first one (the one we just watched) was so bad, why would the studio ever agree to make a second? And I have to say, it wasn’t very good. It was the slowest-paced movie I think I’ve ever seen. Not a lot of plot going on for a movie over two hours long.
I’m trying to distract myself from the fact that it’s a beautiful sunny October Saturday and no one is coming by to look at our house. I keep reminding myself that it’s okay. Really. I got out this morning to do some bridesmaid dress scouting for Emily (found some nice ones), and I want to go for a run this afternoon (it’ll be a nice change to run in daylight again), and I have a whole list of things I’d like to do today and tomorrow. Distractions abound. I just need them to work so I can stop obsessing.