Nothing to see here, folks, nothing to see…
Honestly. Nothing. I'm curled up in bed with my laptop perched vertically on my chest, so desperate for something to watch on TV that I'm watching Roman re-enactors on PBS. I've gone into A&E withdrawl. I am bereft of my History Channel fix. I'm Discovery-impaired. I'm reduced to the hit-and-miss history offerings of WETA in Washington. And tonight, they're not good. Nothing is good. All is despair.
But on the plus side, I'm still gainfully employed. Yay! Also, Yessie has offered to come down the Friday that I'm getting my apartment to take care of the moving arrangements while I'm at work. I can't think of words to describe how selfless and loving an act that is. All I can say is “Thank you” and “I love you.” Anything else would be mere embellishment of those five words.
Moment of Zen