I had my hands full yesterday, literally. Each new piece of electronic equipment requires another remote. I have three: one for the satellite, one for the TV, and one for the snazzy machine that dubs VHS to DVD. There is a corded landline phone next to one that is wireless and, of course, there is the cellphone. All of these marvels are on tables next to my chair. (Except the cellphone, which stays in my pocket at all times.) Thus I might be forgiven if I, on occasion, try to change the channel with the wireless phone or wonder why I'm not getting a dial tone when I've picked up and try to make a phone call on the TV remote. It's not that I am electronically challenged, it's just the physicality of it that is sometimes overwhelming.
I don't do much during this overheated weather but read or watch television (when I pick the right remote). Getting engrossed in either passes the time and sometimes allows one to ignore how hot it is. If Colin Firth has ever made a bad film, I haven't seen it. From comedy to serious drama, he outshines his costars, in my opinion. Yesterday I watched "The Railway Man," certainly not an easy movie but he was excellent and believable, as always.