Done and done.

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The shows, that is.  I just finished the series this morning.  I suppose one could call it gorging.  And maybe it was.  I needed physical rest, then became slightly addicted.  While I did push sleep, I did get inactive rest.  I can't seem to rest completely, or work or play all that much either.  Suffer one way or the other, it's just the way it goes.

That may be the first series of shows I have ever, for sure, watched completely.  They offer... fodder for thought.  Much of it, of course, can be left on the table without any consideration.  Some of it... offers plaster for a few cracks in theories.  Not that they matter, actually, even if they were correct.  But I collect lore, myth, and such like others collect... whatever people collect.  Useless, mind you.  A form of wealth, however, that none can steal, tax, ruin.  Death gets it, I am sure.  But it adds to some things.  An odd tale, a bit of lore, an enhanced understanding of some possibilities.

Plus, just sticking with it?  It seems a little thing, perhaps a foolish thing.  But as I suggest, I needed physical rest harshly.  I pushed, and keep pushing, this summer.  I knew I had to take a break.  My body wasn't giving me much of a choice.  And yet I pushed even then.  I guess I liked trying, and succeeding, that push.  Now to get back to some tasks, if I might have to work my way back up to it all.  Visitors, recently, told me what day and the date.  I have been down for a bit, I see.  Well... back to the other grinder... after a nap.

Later.