Yeah, I know. It is about time I wrote something else, instead of daily accounts of my largely event less days.
I kept to my promise and had a sedentary day today, apart from minimal domestic chores. I had woken up resolving to clean the house a bit, but that hasn’t happened. So, I hope I don’t get visitors today. Or If I do, they are the kind that sticks to the living room. However, I wish I hadn’t taken that siesta. Day-time sleep does not agree with me and makes me crabby like my kid used to get when she was a baby.
We finished watching Friends last night. We binge watched 10 episodes of the final season in one sitting last night, mainly because I wanted to get it done with – it had become progressively painful after the seventh season. Did I hear you say “oh, you didn’t have to watch”? Do you know me? The fact that I had stopped watching the sitcom with the sixth season, twenty years back, was a bit of nag in my brain. That last episode was touching and all that, but the eye-gouging penultimate episodes, nay seasons, softened the sentimentality of the final episode, and so, although I did feel a remote catch in the throat, I didn’t cry, like I usually do at sentimental endings – I still cry for the concluding song in Meet the Robinsons. That nag in the brain is now gone, and if I were to pop off now, I won’t come back as a ghost to haunt Friends DVDs.
I spent all day reading about the American presidential candidates (one in particular, who grossed me out). Could I have wasted 3 hours of my life more? Dang the age of information overload.
Getting excited about Monday. Am I weird or what?