Bears, beets, Battlestar Galactica

Everything that has died in large numbers recently starts with B: birds, bees, bats, bastardfish.

I finished a TV show I've been watching since August. Getting through all four seasons this fast required (though no one really required) that I have at least several undignified evenings of solo TV: TV while washing dishes, TV while doing yoga, TV while putting plastic on the windows. I feel like someone I love has gotten married and moved far away and taken several good friends along with.

I cried a few times in those last scenes. There were things I didn't like, too, but part of love, even TV love, is agreeing to it. And I agreed months ago I was going to see this through to the end.

Now I am covering my TV with a blanket. I want to put together a chapbook manuscript this year.