We're making progress.
Last night at about 11 o'clock, I discovered the perfect antidote to the whole "We watch bad TeeVee until our eyeballs hurt" problem here at Chez Spinster:
Just as I was starting to pray for death (or a cable outage), I discovered the "On Demand" feature of the flipper thingie and pressed it as though my life depended upon it.
Trust me. It did.
So Mo-ther sat with rapt attention for a full 120 minutes while we screened "Emma", starring Miss Paltrow Her Very Self. At the conclusion of the film, Mom turned to me and said "You know, Stewey, I always thought I would look good in the dresses that they wore back then, but now I see that I was totally wrong."
(She has upper arm issues, and, to my knowledge, they have not seen the light of day since circa 1987.)
So no more Charlie Sheen for a little while. Today I've queued up all of the Jane Austen I can find, and I'm expecting that I'll finally get a little peace and quiet around here once the old lady nods off in the Happy Chair with an orange pop and a threaded needle in her hand.
(What can I say? She just doesn't seem to tolerate those sedatives like she used to.
(Guess it's time to call my apothecary for an updated dosage.)
I hope that you have a simply splendid weekend, and that you get to do whatever it is that you want to do.
With love from your pal,