The Whale

 I was soaking in a hot bath with tears running down my face, I thought 'If Mick walks in, I will have to explain this.' I was not ugly crying; I am prone to that. It was as if I was over hydrated, and the water was just leaking out my eyes.

That sentence brings a lot to unpack. Let's start with why was I soaking in the tub? I do not know if you noticed there was a storm overtaking the USA shaped like Bezos' rocket ship. It plowed the KC area, so I spent hours shoveling snow, just to free my cars. Afterwards, I climbed into bed with a bowl of stew and a few slices of Italian loaf. I warmed up while watching The Whale. I loved the movie: it moved me Bob. As I often do when I watch a movie that moves me I read about it on Wikipedia, I read the about it on IMDB. I read the reviews. Then I did some stretches; I ran a bath. Suddenly, while I soaked in the tub it all boiled down into that one thought I was waiting for. 

It all came down to one idea. We can talk about the acting, which was amazing. Or the make up, which was also amazing. But, the writing, it hit nerves.

We are all slowly killing ourselves while trying to save somebody else.

That is it; that is all.