I’ve really not had such great luck lately.
Friday was our law firm Christmas (“holiday”) party. I, instead, had dental work done and stayed home in pain. That sucked. I could EASILY go off on a tangent, helling-and-damning all physicians/dentists/PA’s, etc. for NOT giving folks pain medicine when it is warranted. Effing opioid epidemic. What a crock of shit.
Anyway, I gulped down mass quantities of Ibuprofen and Excedrin in hopes that I could watch “Reign” on Netflix without being too bad off. It sorta worked. Alcohol was involved as well.
But what the hell, Reign.
Everyone KNOWS Mary, Queen of Scots gets her head lopped off. BUT …. season 4 has her give birth to her son James, son of Darnley (what a scum-sucker HE was), completely eliminates her marriage to Bothwell (her 3rd husband), does a 21-year time jump, then BOOM. Her head comes off. WTF. Boom-a-dee boom-a-dee bang. Done. Reminded me of Patricia Cornwell’s last 10 books. Wax poetic for 500 pages, then BOOM. Killer found, Scarpetta saves the day, all within the last 50 pages. Well, I’m glad I watched Reign, as now I’m primed for the new Mary Queen of Scots movie that hit the theatres. Can’t. Wait.
Now that Reign is over, I’ve started a new show called “An Innocent Man.” It’s based on John Grisham’s only non-fiction book of the same name – basically, innocent men were tried and convicted of two murders in Ada, Oklahoma in 1982 & 1984 respectively. DNA was not even a “thing” at that time. We tend to forget that, as DNA is the norm now. I’m only into the 3rd or 4th episode, but it’s super interesting.
Anyway, that was my weekend. Not much to speak of, but at least today, Monday, I haven’t had to eat any ibuprofen. Yet.