a fig on a twig in Galilee

Trip to the north went well, except that I returned with a cold: luckily not a bad one, but I'm coughing more than I would normally with just the allergies, and my energy level is low. Lots to do, though. I think today is mostly cooking and repotting things, but I have many many photos of teacups waiting to be sorted through.

Last night we watched more Breaking Bad: "Kafkaesque" and "Fly," of which... oh my God, wow. The first is everybody getting Emmy-worthy speeches in a row and somehow it all being plot-coherent, and the second... how is this show so good, I mean seriously. I still hate everybody, but... well, even that isn't true anymore, I'm afraid. I am especially stupidly fond of Jesse. Which I'm aware is tragedy in the making. But the box. And the ladder. (And Walt, the things you say under the influence. And the tension they manage to build out of them. Literal gasping on this end.)

Also, I now want to add "Bitch" to the end of all significant sentences.

In somewhat less heartbreaking news, I'm caught up on Once Upon a Time, and still loving it while trying not to snorfle too often. And ooh, canonical lesbian pining.

I am desperately hoping that Person of Interest doesn't break my heart in the not-so-good way; the writing has just not been up to standard so far this season, but I still have faith they'll pull it together.

Hope to have more to say when my head isn't full of snot.