It turns out that there's a reason I didn't go into one of the caring professions. I'm not very good at it. I've stayed home all this week to nurse Karen. There are long stretches with nothing going on. Or worse, Karen sleeps through one of her HGTV shows* and then the promise of DVR is turned on its head so instead of fast forwarding through bad TV we rewind it and watch it again. Karen's sleeping now and I'm bored. I've got nothing much to read. I had this idea. If I've finished all my books, why don't I write something amusing for myself to read. Flights of fancy, word play, the exact bon mot. It turns out though, that just wanting a flight of fancy doesn't get you a seat on the plane.
The good news is that an episode of Law and Order CI that I've only seen twice before is on.
*They're all the same show, people take an ugly space, spend some money to make it pretty for now so that in a few years when the Waste Makers change everything, they can do it again.