My wife has indoctrinated me into Doris Day films from the late 50s and early 60s, which I've never seen. This is our new thing now; we crack a bottle of wine and watch these at night. I’m still getting used to being home at night, but since all the live dates are coming back, we’d better get in as many movies as we can.
Tonight I saw Cary Grant for the first time and I have assumed his continental English accent and elegant, subtle, nuanced baritone. It shall be the way I speak from this very moment on. Why, I'm even talking that way as you read this, as you can plainly tell. I daresay you'll all find this as dreadfully annoying as she does. The best part is that I've discovered yet another way to be dreadfully annoying.