in the grand scheme

Things have been pretty mellow round these parts. Last week, I watched more television/movies in a few days than I have in the last two months. Pretty much. Visual delights included The Departed, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Stomp the Yard, some buffy, The Darwin Awards, the pilot of Twin Peaks, and hours of Battlestar Galactica (those last two were on TVlinks). It was a nice medley of television vegging. (PS, Stomp the Yard is crap for plot, but ohmygod some of the dancing is amazing.)

Sunday, having emerged from my hermitage, the family gathered for family gathering. All American meal of steak and potatoes and green beans and, wow, the neices, they are funny.
Last night, I spoke to Anna on the phone:

Me: Well, in the Grand Scheme of Things, it's really not a big deal.

Anna: The Grand Scheme? Who the hell lives there?

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