Dinner was chicken (which I fried).
Saw the DVD of the movie of Horton Foote's play 1918 (for the second time), the third in the trilogy that started with The Elopement and On Valentine's Day. It's the best of the three, with Matthew Broderick in fine form as the irresponsible younger brother. I liked the scene where the wife (a Southern belle) was playing the piano and started playing it fast and loud, the closest she could get to blowing her top.
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