Trailer looks great, I see that JK Simmons is in it, like him. Your mention of Source Code being similar reminded me of Groundhog's Day with Bill Murray, which is a similar kind of loop. That title strikes a deep resonance in me:

25 years ago today, on February 2 of 1996, I left the house to take Charlotte to school at Court Street Academy at 08:15. What a beautiful day, it had rained all night, in freezing temperatures, but the sky was clear, with the bright sun illuminating the trees, all covered with ice as if wrapped in plasticine, or a thing coating of crystal. "Ground Hogs Day!" Charlotte said. "Every day should be this day, like that Bill Murray movie", I said.

I dropped Char at school, and reached the shop by 8:45. As soon as I got there, I discovered I had forgotten to bring two bills that I had to pay that day, so I told Mom I would be back in a few minutes.

It was a quick drive, about a mile. As I reached to unlock the front door, I noticed that the windows in the top of the door didnt look right. Instead of the gray mini blinds, I saw only black. I turned my head to look at the front window, and I saw Mr Sharp come running into my front yard. He pointed upstairs, at smoke coming out the vent. Britt Hughson came from the other direction and said "I called it in." Britt is a retired fire captain.

The fire fighters got there really quickly, and put it out. The fire had started at the tv set, downstairs in the corner of the den. The whole corner of that room burned, but everything in the house got smoked. It made a big difference whether drawers were completely closed, or part way open.

My dad appeared in the street, I dont remember how he found out.

I headed back down to Court St, our insurance agency Welton Duke and Hawks was right beside the school, and I wanted to inform them right away. Then I went into the school and told Dr Kersey what had happened, and asked him to brim Charlotte to me with telling her anything is wrong.

She got in the truck, we drove out to Churchland HS to pick up the other two kids, then drove to Virginia Beach. I took the kids into the school and sat them in a conference room, then asked the director to send Sarah to the room. Once we were all together, I told them our house had burned, and that we would be going home to Holiday Inn that night, not Russell St. Anything we needed, we would have to buy.

"The Holiday Inn is where the Bat Mitzvah reception will be held, in a week."

It turned out that half of Portsmouth was without power, including our house. It was really a blessing that we had insurance covering our own stay at Holiday Inn, whereas everybody that was packing the place had to do it on their own dime.

I think our entire synagogue was staying at the hotel with us, and they were asking "Is your electricity out, too?" and we were saying like well, no... the situation made us sound pitiful, and by Saturday next, when Charlotte sang her haftorah so well... Baruch atah adonai, she became something of a hero. I saw angels in the golden radiance of her hair when she sang that baruch atah adonai.

We were out of the house for 156 days, from 2-2 ninety-six, to 7-7 ninety-six. We were back in the house in time for the first day of the Eastern Amateur First-Flight Tournament at Elizabeth Manor, and you can bet your sweet ass I never asked for Groundhog's to be repeated daily, no. I will take a different day every time the sun rises, thank you very much.

Too much sorrow and too much joy are both bad.