I saw two movies I have greatly anticipated today: The Devil Wears Prada and Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. Devil, in my opinion, was the superior offering. I enjoyed the book, a light and fluffy sort of read, this spring, and I think the screenplay really improved upon it, so that was good. Ever since seeing Meryl in person, I feel a sort of bond with her. Depp was charming and quirky in Pirates, but I didn’t really go for his squid-faced nemesis. It seemed a bit of a reach, actually.

It’s not like me to sit in a movie theater all day, so I’m feeling out of sorts. Fortunately, the cinematic adventures did not interfere with my triathlon training, as I’ve just returned from today’s jaunt. I’ve found the triathlon business is kind of all-consuming, if you want to know the truth.