I decided I wasn't up for staying out for the 9 p.m. showing of You Only Live Twice -- maybe I'll do a matinee tomorrow -- so I bussed home via downtown.
Adding to the emotions is that Stephen King's Insomnia (my current book) is a very sad story of people often being crappy to each other, and I'm late in the book when the stakes really get ratcheted up and the story's good guys wonder if they can counter the ugliness that's happening. King is wringing me.
I'm home, following what I can of the news: some of the Twitter feeds from Iran, CNN (which I still have on my cable until mid-next week when the cable company does its own digital switchover). And hoping that this works out as well as it can.