Whenever the weekend is over I think of that whooshing sound my devices make for a sent e-mail. Days off do the same thing. Also days when I take breaks from writing. There has been a lot of whooshing going on in my life lately. I got to the place in Cin’s Feb Challenge where it said ‘indulge yourself’ and decided to take that one very seriously. Not like this is anything new, but sometimes I tend to go overboard.
I would love to say I’ve been doing things that are highly exceptional and utterly extraordinary and extremely creative and intensely fun and important enough to change the world. And I guess I did just say that, but it would follow that I then feel obligated to expound on the details and I can’t because it’s a big fat lie.
Here’s what actually happened. I spent my waking hours curled up on the end of the couch with my I-Pad drinking various things (mostly coffee, but last night wine) until the credits rolled on the last episode of Season Four of The Good Wife. Whoosh. Thank you Netflix. Now what am I supposed to do while I’m waiting for you to get Season Five?
Well, I immediately thought of something and watched Wuthering Heights from beginning to end, part one and part two. And finished the wine. Not sure I could have done it without the wine.
I’m certainly a little more leery now of these multi season shows and getting myself hooked on yet another television series because they seem to have a sort of paralyzing affect on me. Legal stuff and politics and investigations? Really?? I could have sworn these things didn’t interest me at all.
I though I was more of an Emily Bronte/Heathcliff skulking about on the moors kind of girl, but maybe not.