Tee Vee, my old friend

For one reason and another, for a long, sad, extension of reasons, I've been down lately. Reading fic has helped, watching frivolous tv has helped a lot--British gardening shows on Netflix, how I love thee! And British house rehab shows, as well. But I seem to have come to the end of those offerings, and rewatching a third or fourth time, well, they lose their luster.

Not remotely ready for sleep, though bedtime blew by some hours ago last night in the wee smalls, and while surfing titles on Netflix, I passed the new Queer Eye twice, before stopping. Oh well, I've only seen the episodes once, why not?






















Gentlefolk. My peeps, my frens, my dudes, these guys put a smile on my face, made me cry with happiness for their makeover person, and then smile and chuckle through the tears. So kind, so perceptive, so adaptive, so clever... I think my faith in humanity may be somewhat restored.