Monday: Saints Preserve Us

Honestly, Saints Preserve Us from a day like today, it snowed last night and it really pretty much shut down my life.  Ivan and I really could not go outside, we were all at home all day, and I feel that it was a day of avarice and mendacity for all concerned.  Ivan somehow poured honey in my pressurized wine bottle opener, and he stuck my citrus juicer into a candle.  He was walking around with a bulge around his ankles, and when I asked him about it,  he looked at me as if to say "For serious? You would rather start a street fight in a Mexican ghetto than try to get to the bottom of what is in my pajamas", before taking off running and having to be tackled.  It was only a few toys shoved down his pajama leg, but how is that comfortable and why must you fight, as if for your life,  when I check it out.

I mean honestly, sometimes when I change my son's diaper, I am amazed by the fight he puts up.  When I see the effort, I cannot help but realize that he puts in the same amount of effort into not having his diaper changed that I would put into saving my own life if someone was trying to stab me with a knife.  It is an epic struggle.

Anyway, the rest of my day was just one of milling about the house and aimlessly answering emails, needlepointing, drinking coffee, thinking it was 5:00 in the evening when really it was only 2:00 in the afternoon, and wondering why the clock would not budge.  I huddled in front of the space heater while I watched the conclusion of Masterpiece Theatre's newest mini-series, Downton Abbey.

As far as I can tell, Downtown Abbey is going to be a four part series, and I am just about beside myself. There is nothing that I love more than a British tale about the difficulties of entail and decline in the time period of the vanishing manor house lifestyle pre-World War I. This mini-series is going to be extra fabulous in that it covers the lives of the nobility and the lives of household staff at Downton Abbey.  Last night was just enthralling, and I am so thrilled to have three more episodes.

Now, the problem with too much Masterpiece Theatre, is that I am overwhelmed with the desire to increase my usage of words like rather, and queue, and pudding.  I also start to get in the habit of calling men by their title and last name as if there were my 6th grade teacher.  It is ridiculous, and I have to physically stop myself.

Anyway, I did ride the trainer today, but I am writing a whole separate post about that because I have a whole lot to say.