between the worlds with the fishers

Weird night last night.

I came home from work and grocery shopping with some good energy. Put away the food, prepared for the next morning, did a bunch of dishes. Missed Joe. I missed Joe, like an achy muscle, for hours. All night.

I sat down and turned on Six Feet Under. I started watching semi-regularly when Bravo began airing it, several months back. It’s a show I had seen a few episodes of over the years, but had never had the premium cable to keep it in my lineup. These days, (several years behind everyone else), I’ve been really enjoying it.

The episodes run long; over an hour, and Bravo lays three episodes side by side on Monday nights from 9 until they’re done.

Last night I start watching and it feels like I am watching the series finale. And I can’t turn it off.

(I know what you’re thinking. Why wasn’t I watching the Riches? I was all about the Riches! Well, for now, the Riches is letting me down. I’ll get back to you on this another time. I haven’t given up on it yet.)

And then the second episode starts and I don’t know how many more episodes of this series there are but I’m not turning it off tonight.

my happy place needs a remote control

I was given this set of dollhouse furniture as a gag gift once, many years ago. This little room is on my desk at work. The floor is a box I built, so the whole thing is elevated… it is probably on level with my shoulders. The rug was cut out of… something, by one of the guys in the studio. He also took that plant cutting and stuck it in a little plastic container and gave it to me. The thing between and behind the couches is an empty candy box, courtesy of another work friend. Everyone was chipping in.

It adds a certain something, I think.