Assorted remarks.

9:00 a.m.

Niece to running son, who is still sleeping: Do you want to come out to breakfast with us?
Running son: It would have to be a dream breakfast.
Niece: I think you would have to get out of bed to have it.
Running son: Then that's a firm no.

Tonight, after seeing I'm Not There.

Me, after long excursus on what I thought, what was tedious, what I enjoyed nonetheless, etc., etc.: But I'm not sorry I saw it. What did you think?
Historian: I'm not sorry I saw it. [pause] But I'm not exactly glad I saw it, either.