Ill With A Cat On The Lap

Still ill. But! Finally, finally starting to feel like I might be well by February. Which is not something I felt last Sunday. So progress of a sort.

I have tired of reboots and restarts. Gilmore Girls cured me of that back in 2016, and the new series of Mad About You out last year did seem like the bottom of a barrel being scraped. Although, having said that, I’d be up for a 6-episode series of Watching. But I believe I might be the only person on the planet who does.

So I was prepared to be let down by Picard. Imagine my surprise when it turned out to be mostly good (except for a few bits that scream “River Tam”, some poor costuming decisions, and a weird fridging that really doesn’t seem like it was necessary given the direction of the story). Irish Romulans as housekeepers! An old man needing help to get up the stairs! Number One! A general air of Le Carré’s Legacy of Spies, at least at the beginning! Anyway, it might all go to pot in the remaining nine episodes, but at least Rory isn’t going to end up with Logan again. Yes, I’m still bitter about that.

Meanwhile, I seem to have temporarily reached a part of my life where I can sit in the corner of my house on a Sunday night with a cup of tea in one hand and a play from 1972 (Lay By, if you’re wondering) in the other. With a book on Eastern Bloc Cold War architecture in Africa to follow. I can’t say I hate it.