Lately I’ve been taking off a day here and there when the deals just aren’t there (hello, 2020+) and the lure of screen time sucks us into that black hole, barely leaving time for things like laundry and food ingestion.  Yesterday Pita and I decided to rewatch all of Grace and Frankie, starting with season one.  Definitely a good decision, except that 13 episodes takes rather longer than  expected, especially when you don’t plan on doing a marathon…but then, it’s just one more and one more and suddenly it’s 10:30.

But on a positive note, FirstBorn came home in the middle of the night from his Vegas vacay, so that’s good.  Horrible though they may be, they’re still family and the world is not right without their presence.