To my lovely, well-meaning friends who keep insisting that I must check out THE WIRE, and/ or BATTLESTAR GALLACTICA…
You have excellent taste, every man jack of you, so I have no doubt they’re fantastic shows. But since I already spend too much time every day sitting on my heinie in front of a screen, watching any TV — even top-shelf dramatic product — feels like being punished.
Besides, when a I supposed to find the time to train for the Ironman, find a cure for Lyme Disease, and create my famous hand-loomed rugs?
And when am I — in my other identity as Gladys — supposed to run my famous rug-looming school?
When? When, I ask?