Dagger of the Mind is not in the memory bank, and it was on this morning, but this was one of those days I needed extra rest. My physiology is like that, and spastic believes it is a natural adjustment. Sometimes I need extra sleep, and if I stream it I'm going to feel mortified, given that I undoubtedly know the story and simply cannot remember that I do, as it is not the later mystery movies, which tried to be more involved, yet one I saw recently, "Prognosis Murder" felt stale, as if Falk was diffident despite his character's cash cow. I only vaguely remember his turn of the century stint inside his celebrated constable. This is merely a lede for some continuing thought processes.
The syndicate from Delaware will run it again, but I am not sure if I want to wait, and now want my coffee. whatever else I'm eating.
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