Homemade burgers, no sides (give me a break, it’s been a long and tough week). ‘Deja Vu’ was going to be saved for when other family members show up, but it won out over the film pulled out of our vast vault of old movies, ‘The Horse Whisperer’, which I’ve still not seen.

If expectations are low, enjoyment is usually high, so ‘Deja Vu’ was very, very entertaining. I had to erupt with a ‘WHAT?’ when the physics part was introduced, not having been clued in to what to expect, which is also a good thing. And part of my brain kept saying ‘WHAT?’ for a large portion of the last half of the film, because one usually does not connect Denzel Washington with that sort of thing, which I won’t give away if you haven’t seen it. And definitely don’t go, ‘Now wait a minute, how. . .’, because you’ll ruin it.

The burger was oversized and fell apart. Must have happened during the chase scene with all those drums on the soundtrack. Gotta get the soundtrack.

We followed Reggie’s remarkable ability to elude would-be alligator catchers at Lake Machado for some time. Not the entire 18 months that he laid low, but a good while.

Now he’s been caught, and city officials are thrilled. But it sounds like Reggie put up a good fight.

One should never, ever try to eat blueberry cheesecake while using PhotoShop with a trackpad. Unless there is a third hand to catch the bouncy fresh blueberries that slide off the fork. I wonder if blueberry stains can be Shouted out?

The shrimp that I cooked this afternoon for photos was succulent and so fresh-looking . After reheating for dinner, they looked bad but tasted fine. Very enjoyable movie, first I’d seen of Will Farrell and Maggie Gyllenhaal. I wouldn’t have gotten it if one of my kids hadn’t recommend it.

Thanks, Chris. You can have my copy of ‘The Ruins’ in return.

After finishing ‘A Certain Slant of Light’ by Laura Whitcomb, I dove into ‘The Ruins’ by Scott Smith. I found the former more intriguing than the latter, but Smith’s band of luckless characters and awful villain kept me up long past my bedtime for three nights.

Perhaps I’ll just finish watching ‘Stranger Than Fiction’ this evening and avoid the stack of books on the nightstand.

Your friend the card-carrying NRA member is tying the knot soon. You want to acknowledge his sporting interests while bowing to tradition. A little something for the happy couple’s kitchen, perhaps?

His new photography book will feature obese women in poses the NY Times finds too graphic to print.

Perhaps you’ve noticed if you live here in the Bay Area. It’s front page news in the local paper, and if you’re suffering, you’re definitely not alone.

I went to a library book sale Sunday, and in the fiction section, went through all eight tissues in my purse. In less than five minutes. Some of those around me were sniffing loudly.

In the nursery at Lowe’s last night, I was fine, but the clerk was a soggy mess. Hello, spring.

Maggots win. Where antibiotics have been largely ineffective, maggots step in (squirm in, perhaps) and cure a group of diabetics with MRSA-infected foot ulcers.