It might not have been a good idea to watch Avengers: Endgame on Sunday morning and this season’s Episode 3 of Game of Thrones on Monday evening. I’m an emotional wreck.
No spoilers, but in both cases some favorite characters died. I know exactly which ones left us in Endgame, but thanks to the overly dark ambience in Game of Thrones, I’m not completely sure who was killed and who is still among the living. There may be tears shed after next week’s episode when we learn their fates.
On a slightly, but not really, related note, this floater in my right eye is bumming me out. My understanding is that it might be my new normal. I’m thinking of naming it “Splot” because it’s more than a “Spot,” but less than a “Blot.” Out, damned Splot!
I teared up as I told Studly Doright that there’s a possibility I’ll never get to ride a roller coaster again for fear of ending up with a detached retina. Roller coasters are my thing, and I’d hoped for a few more good years of riding with my grandkids. Studly, who doesn’t want anything to do with roller coasters had trouble empathizing with me.
“It’s like when you had to give up racquetball after your knee replacement surgeries,” I told him.
“Yep, and I did it,” he gloated. Studly isn’t exactly known for his willpower, so that carried some weight.
“As long as I can still read, I guess I’ll be okay,” I sighed.
“Look on the bright side,” Studly said. “Reading has never sent you to the chiropractor. Roller coaster riding always does.”
He’s right, dammit. Here’s to many more years of reading.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 