Upon noting my most recent LinkedIn status ("editing a manuscript on volumetric analysis in intertrochanteric fractures of the femur"), a friend e-mailed me with the injunction to get a life.
I replied that my getting a life this evening shall consist of watching Ghost Whisperer* while eating a lovely, fragrant bean-and-tomato stew concocted by my mother-in-law. Here's hoping that the episode neither is a rerun nor is preempted by stupid football. The only good thing to come out of Ed's having to work at the reprehensible Walmart is that I get all of this great food to myself. Of course, its being both tasty and healthy means that neither of our boys will touch it. They will likely eat grilled-cheese sandwiches instead, but at least they will also deign to eat the small spinach salad I will insist on.
Editors live such wild and crazy lives, don't they? ;-)
Updated at 11:37 p.m.: Damn! Tonight's episode was a rerun. But at least a second rerun episode followed it, and the promo for next week's show says it'll be a new one in which Jim (see footnote below) just may recover his memories.
*The plotline of which has taken a very distressing turn: Jim, beloved and hunky husband of ghost-whisperer Melinda, was accidentally shot and killed by a police officer. His spirit hung around, disembodied, for a while because he couldn't bear to leave the love of his life. When a young firefighter died, Jim's spirit saw a chance to hang around physically too and swooped in to inhabit the newly dead firefighter's body, thus bringing the firefighter back to life with Jim's spirit instead of his own. Now Melinda has to wade through lots of emotional pain waiting for Jim (in a new body) to recognize her as his wife. Argh! Very stupid move on the writers' part.
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