Well… I was afraid of this. Don’t ask me why.
Last Sunday, Deb & I went out to a movie, “IF”, a comedy. It had cute trailers, and Deb wanted to see it in a real theater. I like going to movies with my wife.
The movie started at 1:00pm. Actually a little later, with coming attraction trailers.
It was a comedy. The trailers were funny. It has Ryan Reynolds, whom I like as a funny actor.
I started crying a few minutes into the movie and was still sniffling at the end. Yes, there were some sad bits, like good comedies have, but it was still a comedy. I used up all our paper napkins (Deb always gets extra), the tissue in my pocket, and my handkerchief, which I only EVER use for cleaning my glasses (unless my female companion starts crying or gets a nose bleed, and Deb carries her own tissues [crap! I should have asked Deb for extras—fine time to think of it now]). Deb worried if I was doing okay, I told her I was fine.
And I was, by the time the credits finished.
I thought it was yet another sign of mental instability on my part. (Not ruling that out, of course. 😉) Then I got your note the next morning, Dennett. And started wondering about the timeline.
And… just gonna leave it there.