The DVR rebooted this evening, Mother's Day evening, shortly after I surrendered my beautiful girls to the wuz. Left adrift in a beautiful block of time I thought I'd never be caught up in, I'm on the couch wrapped in a blanket watching a Sandra Bullock (tribute?) movie marathon. In this one, any man that a woman from this family loves is cursed to die & Sandra's beloved has just died. She's been staying in bed for days.
If only she knew how lucky she was. She knows where he went & when & how. So much easier to recover from than not knowing what brought this all about, at what point it started to splinter or how much longer and in what form the devastation will drag on.
The DVR purging my security blanket of mystery & crimeshows is a sure sign that I'm to find another option for these beautiful blocks of time I find myself caught up in. Hope I find it soon! Miss Congeniality is on next. No husbands die in that one.