Nostalgia, I Got

Hot damn! Amazon Prime has acquired the rights to the first five seasons of Murder, She Wrote. Little!me loved it to bits because Jessica Fletcher reminded me of nights at my grandmother's house, when she'd get me all kinds of comfortable in her house that screamed Florida retiree and we'd watch it and 60 Minutes and Empty Nest and Golden Girls(and there's another show I adore, and I will have no shame about it). Grandma was safe and stable, and the world made so much more sense then, before I grew up and grew bruised and knew enough to worry about strangling in the dentist chair. So, I watched an episode, and it was as comfortable as I remember it, though as an adult, I find myself wondering why so many experienced homicide investigators are only too happy to defer to an old busybody whose sole experience with murder comes from making them up. But whatever. Who am I to shun memories of better times?

Hot damn the second is that the library's annual sale is coming up in a few weeks. Because of the dentist and Dragoncon, I can't afford to go buck wild like I did last year, but you can bet your boots I'll be putting in an appearance. I can't pass up the chance to pick up another clutch of history books. Last year, I found a complete set of the Thomas Jefferson biography by Dumas Malone. Who knows what will be waiting among the boxes this year?

The forecast is calling for severe weather tomorrow afternoon, so Roomie and I will likely take refuge at the movies. It's going to be Uglydolls, which looks cute, or a second viewing of Avengers: Endgame. If we do the latter, at least we won't be out an ending if the power goes out.