I wound up going to the movies yesterday after all – and not by myself. I went for a walk through Central Park, meandering all the way down the western half of it from north to south. I started at the northwest corner on 110th Street, ambled up the Great Hill, then past the Sheep Meadow, halfway around the Reservoir, past the Great Lawn and the Delacorte Theater, around the west side of the Lake, and over to Bethesda Fountain (which always makes me think of the end of “Angels in America”); then Luke called and we made plans to see “No Country for Old Men.” I walked down the Mall, past the Dairy and the Wollman Rink, then finally exited at Columbus Circle.

Eventually I met Luke for the movie; there were only two seats left when we got there, which were in the front row. So I slumped down into my chair (which fortunately reclined a bit) and stared up at the enormous screen.

Great movie, dark and gruesome at times, and done really really well.

I’ve crossed four movies off my list so far this week — just a handful to go!