Speaking of Mad Men, while some of you lucky dogs got to watch the season six premiere yesterday, I am still two episodes away from finishing last year’s run. I need to take a break, though, because I had an incredibly stressful dream last night that Pete (ick) and Ken expected me to close a really important account and all I wanted to do was quit my job at Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce.
I took a spring break last week. Do you remember (I don’t expect you to) how I waxed eloquent about last year’s spring break? That is partly because I was smart enough to discipline myself and make plans, however loosely held, for each day.
This year, I was not so smart. I made general plans for the week (go to the dentist. Get my hair cut.), but other than appointments, other plans fell under the umbrella of, “Huh. I should maybe do this at some point…?” I wasn’t nearly as productive and spent way more time sleeping and watching my stories than I planned on. It was cold, then warm and I found myself in flip flops and a tank top at one point. It wasn’t the fuzzy-wuzzy break of last year, but having absolutely no agenda other than to work my way through the fifth season of Mad Men was a lovely reprieve.
(Upon reviewing last year’s description, I am surprised – though perhaps I shouldn’t be – by the similarities between Spring Breaks 2012 and 2013. Nephew time, check. Taxes, check. Les Miserables, check. (That last one is adorable and a little embarrassing.))
I had a similar dream about The West Wing last week, too, except that Josh and Donna were putting a lot of pressure on me to keep campaigning for Matt Santos even though the polls were closed. They are CLOSED, Josh. Leave me alone.
I’m also working my way through the first season of Call the Midwife. I haven’t had any disturbing dreams about that yet, but it’s only a matter of time before Jenny gets impatient with me for not delivering a baby fast enough.
On a completely unrelated topic, does anyone know if there is a 12-step program for people who are addicted to television? I’m asking for a friend.