Hanna’s in the third week of what’s just been formally diagnosed as bronchitis, so between her feeling crap and me keeping the household running (and Gerry getting a cold somewhere in there) none of us have a lot of energy for much beyond work except watching telly.
Thank the goddess for WGBH.
One thing we’ve gotten sucked into is Last Tango in Halifax. Let’s just say we stopped by for Derek Jacobi and hung around for the lesbian sex (NO REALLY).
And then on a lighter note:
The Cafe is a truly delightful little twenty-minute comedy about the denizens of a small seaside village in southwest England. I think my favorite episode might be the one featuring the Hellboy living statue…
Meanwhile, we’re thinking good thoughts for all of our friends and fellow citizens affected by the government shutdown (not surprisingly, a fair number of museums, archives, and other cultural institutions are federally funded) and hoping the anti-ACA faction don’t get their way at the expense of the rest of the world.
More when things are a bit less of a muchness around here.