After dinner, we watched The Edge of Love, which is a biopic of Dylan Thomas starring Matthew Rhys, so I expected it to be at least a tiny bit about Thomas and make him a tiny bit sympathetic, but instead makes him out to be an egotistical, womanizing asshole and we hardly hear the poetry for which he's famous; I liked Keira Knightley and Sienna Miller's performances, though it's a strange film. Now we're watching Daniel Craig on Saturday Night Live poking fun at the coronavirus.
