Y’all…Slow Horses is a very good show. These MFers actually know how to write a scene! They know how to build a twist, and a twist that means our characters messed up and have to DO MORE to redeem themselves and save the day. That’s good shit. That’s narrative momentum. It’s gold. Delicious delicious gold.
We took down the tree today! Put it all away while we watched the Fred Again concert that Apple Music dropped for new years. So. Good.
Tired. Back to work tomorrow which feels surreal somehow. It’s only been ten days, but it feels like it’s been a month. Not exaggerating when I say that. My sense of time feels absolutely all over the place right now. Sigh.
Mom is okay. Feeling much better today. Diego, too, acting totally normal. Seriously, thank fucking god for safety regulations on cars. Fifty fucking years of forcing the automotive companies to make their products safer, and it saved at least my mom’s quality of life if not her life outright. Side curtain airbags. The strength of the car frame. All of it. She’s going to be okay. Just scratched up and sore. So…yeah. Thank you to those people who did that in this country. You’re heroes.
Night night.