Tales from the dark side

I am back from the dark side and my three-day blogging hiatus, wherein I binge-watched 22 episodes of Breaking Bad 

so that I would be properly caught up for Sunday night's final-season premiere. 

For the record, I did not sit in front of the tv for 22 straight hours. But it was close.

The binge began very early Saturday morning. It was raining and gloomy and muddy outside. I interpreted that 

as divine providence that my plan to stay inside and watch tv most of the weekend was the right thing to do.

I gathered in the living room with a few of my favorite things. 

(As the hours passed, the favorite coffee mug would be replaced with the favorite wine glass.)

My laptop was at the ready so that I could read the recaps after watching each episode 

to make sure I hadn't missed any nuances or misinterpreted any of the shockers.

Call me obsessed. It wouldn't be the first time.

Smooch and I did get up occasionally to stretch.

The sun came out mid-morning, but I would not be deterred.

Turns out that binge-watching a tv series like Breaking Bad is a good thing.

I'm not sure I would have picked up on some of the subtleties (Marie wears purple clothes in every stinkin' episode!)
had I watched it on a weekly basis like a normal person.

And besides, there's no way I could have waited a week to find out what happened after many of the episodes.

My eyes couldn't handle being stuck wide open in shock for that long.

By the time Sunday night rolled around, I was finally caught up with the plot.

I went outside to take a few pictures, remove fly masks, and take a deep breath 

before settling back in to watch the first of the final eight episodes in the series.

It's going to be a very long week until next Sunday night, and I'm not sure how I'll be able to keep blogging.

My eyes are stuck wide open.