"Forks Days" are what Annie and I call overcast days. Foggy, rainy, northwest kind of days. It's nicer to call them that than what they are: dreary. Calling them Forks Days gives them a cache, and helps stave off the seasonal depression.
Forks Days are also kind of slow. Slow enough to think a bit, look out the window - thoughtfully - at the rain, or at the cars driving by, maybe (ideally) without really seeing any of it. You know, kind of self-conscious introspection.
Sometimes weeks with Forks days don't get as satisfying a conclusion as this one, but, this week was just lucky, I guess.
What you don't see in the photo below is Part II, in a near empty theatre, about to start up.
James loved it (despite, or because of this).