|My shows - all of them - ended before graduation, on the 25th of May. Since then, the evenings are so pleasant. There is no rushing to get the kids out of the living room so that I can indulge in sounds of screaming fog-monsters (as in: Lost) or so that I can revel in naked bodies and discussions of syphilis with smatterings of medical emergencies (Grey's Anatomy), or so that I can torture myself with high-tension 'what-ifs' of terrorism (24). I also no longer have to hurry the kids along with homework and chores while dangling the threat of "No American Idol" over their heads.
It's like ... I've been born again ... or something. I'm very happy.
I've taken on no summer shows, and I will not (what am I, suicidal?)
Yet, I don't think I'll be able to stay away come fall (unless Future Firm locks me within the bowels of the building every evening of the week, and I have no choice). I am willing, however, to pick up my shows either on iTunes, or (imagine?) to get Tivo, and see all shows when it's convenient (I may as well buy the DVDs when they're released in 5 years).
All I know for sure, is I like the quiet. I like the change of focus.
Labels: 24, American Idol, Grey's Anatomy, Lost, television