Stupid college basketball. Nothing can put a dent in a nice day faster than your team losing a game it should have won.

I believe Ladybug is on a mission this evening to fix the satellite receiver. I have avoided doing so; it feels as though TV would only serve to distract.

A train was moving at a high rate of speed from Detroit to Baltimore; its twin the reverse route, but more slowly, with more passengers. There were two women tied to the tracks, by two villainous brothers, but the one who would be struck by the Detroit-bound train was less beautiful, and perhaps her villain had a reason for tying her there. Not a good one, mind you, but the suggestion of a reason, where the woman who would die by the Baltimore-bound train had a reasonably unblemished spirit. The conductors of each train could barely see, for it was early evening. It was sleeting in Youngstown. It was hailing in Somerset. Why had these brothers chosen this night? Were the women somehow related? The Detroit-bound train had a dining car that had been taken from the California Zephyr. The passengers ate and ate. If this had been a movie, here’s where the music would have quickened.