Winterish weather is on its way to Texas. It was 81° all weekend, but a front swept through overnight so it was only in the forties and fifties today and we’ll have a three-to-six-hour freeze tomorrow morning. People are already walking around dressed like we’re in a blizzard. No precipitation expected, though.
I finished Guilt by Jonathan Kellerman and moved on to The Black Box by Michael Connelly. Harry is working on a cold case concerning the murder of a foreign journalist during the 1992 L.A. riots. I remember flying back from Tokyo the day after the riots started. We were supposed to change planes in L.A. but changed our itinerary to go via San Francisco instead since we heard reports that people were shooting at planes.
I didn’t get my page proofs on the weekend, so I worked instead on an interview that I’m conducting for Cemetery Dance. It isn’t due until the end of January, but I have it more or less wrapped up and ready to go to them.
An unexpected end to The Amazing Race. The “goat farmers” never seemed like contenders. They were on the verge of elimination more than once and they never won a leg. Then they messed up the pizza delivery challenge. It all came down to a surprisingly challenging puzzle at the end. If any of the players had paid attention to the hellos and goodbyes, it could have been a breeze, but none of them did so it took around three hours to complete. No taxis deciding this contest: it was pure determination. I was sort of hoping team Texas would win, but after strong showings through the rest of the race they came in third.
Only a handful of episodes of Fringe left, and the cast promises that it will get much darker before the end. At least Peter has that probe out of his brain. It was great seeing Jill Scott this week. She played Mma Ramotswe on the HBO series of The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency. And I loved the bit where Olivia did her best MacGuyver, jury-rigging a weapon out of spare parts and a souvenir.
Only one episode left in the current season of Dexter. I’m still rooting for Hannah. I think she’s a great addition to the Dexter mythos. Is there any possibility that Deb drugged herself to get Dexter to turn on her? By her own admission, Hannah is so good at her job that she’s never before failed. The LaGuerta thing is coming to a head, too. Another close call in a shipping container, but he’s not out of the woods yet, despite his and Deb’s best efforts to re-frame Doakes.
Last night’s The Mentalist was a previously unaired episode of Weeds. I like the fact that Lisbon has a hammer in her office desk drawer. They aren’t doing a very good job of hiding Amanda Righetti’s pregnancy. When was the last time Van Pelt stood up?
