Over the weekend Suzanne and I accomplished as little as possible. That was our goal, and I’m pleased to say we met. We did nothing productive. I take that back: Suzanne vacuumed the bedroom and cleaned the bathroom no one uses anymore. And I did wash the face masks so Suzanne can wear clean ones to her office this week. But other than that, we accomplished nothing bigly.
We binge-watched a couple of seasons of DEXTER. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the series, let me just say that Dexter is a serial killer who feels it’s his mission to get rid of murderers who somehow escaped punishment from the legal system. The show is not for everyone. It’s a dark, edgy series, which begs the question, “Can a serial killer do ‘good’ for society?” In reality, of course, I vote NO on that question. But within the context of the series, Dexter is a rather decent sociopath. He follows a code.
Anyhoo… The photo I offer y’all this afternoon is a photo of my television screen at a terrifying moment for one of Dexter’s victims. The scene was intense and horrible and dark and wrong and worthy of screams from whoever’s watching. But me—well, my brain saw nothing but Bow Tie o’ the Day in the taped-over gag in the victim’s mouth! I wasn’t askeered of the scene at all. I was ecstatic to see the bow tie shape. It was calming to my senses. I kinda have a one-track mind, and it comes in handy sometimes.
