We spent the weekend in a more-or-less vegetative state, due to feeling sick, the kind of feeling sick that never quite rises to the level of positive illness but if not cooperated with probably will. So we laid around and, since DOB had brought his work laptop home, watched more movies than we realized we were physically capable of watching. The anchor movie for the weekend was The Two Towers, in preparation for the release of the extended-version Return of the King on Friday.
When given the chance, we always watch "The Making of . . . " whatever it is we just watched, and I never cease to be amazed at just how much energy, materials, and time go into the creation of a movie, especially a big-budget epic. The energy that in former ages went into pyramids or cathedrals as people expressed their hopes and fears of the afterlife in our age goes into something to keep people amused on a boring Saturday. (A not-entirely apropos quote comes to mind here, whose author I have forgotten, "Many people long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.")
Today we are feeling somewhat better. The house also is looking somewhat better.