Spent a couple hours today working on two different true crime columns. One is for an upcoming Frank, and the other is preliminary work for what I hope will be a follow up piece on an article that ran there recently.
For dinner we had charcuterie, which is a pretentious way, more or less, of saying you had a ploughman's lunch, which is in itself a pretentious way of saying we had meats and cheese and pickles and bread and Pâté for dinner. Pâté is a pretentious way of saying goose liver. Well, it's not pretentious if you're French, of course. I suppose "goose liver" is pretentious to French people, who would just say Pâté.
This is getting silly.
We watched the rest of season one of Shetland today and the first 2 episodes of season 2 as well. The plotting is much tighter in season one. They're based on actual novels, and season 2 uses original story lines. We'll see if it picks up a bit.
Been a long day. Work beckons in about 7 hours, so I will turn in.
See you tomorrow, you lovely people, you.