Good bye, Jay Leno, and go away, already. Is anyone else sick to death of reading about his farewell?
Lord. ( I'm certain he's a "nice guy.") He was no Johnny Carson. Letterman was/is sharp and quirky, and Dick Cavett--now there was a brilliant talk show host. Arsenio Hall was terrific at the job Leno did with utter mediocrity. Please.
Essentially, I guess I am tired of all tv-related triviality, period. Who are some of these people, anyway?
Having said that, the Masterpiece Mystery series Wallendar, on PBS, last week aired one of the best-ever presentations of an episode based on a book, bar none. ( The book is one of many set in Sweden, by Henning Mankell.) Kenneth Branagh has aged while I was preoccupied elsewhere, but that works here just fine.
Breakfast this morning---unsalted, organic PB on whole wheat toast, accompanied by two pieces of bittersweet choc with almonds, and a cuppa Scandinavian blend ( to honor Wallendar) joe. Also--two handfuls fresh blueberries, right from the bowl into the craw.
Lunch ahead in Santa Fe at santacafe. I noted fried red onion rings with spicy something on their menu on-line.