Well, now. All kinds of plans were afoot. Things were looking up on the house-hunting and career development front. Sure, I had work to do, but it was all looking doable. Russell Jenkins in his usual post-BarkBark Club stupor, Saul looking clean and fresh from a bath, Eli feeling, if not happy at the return of her staff, at least okay with it. (As the cat, she is our CEO).
And, just like that, it went off the rails. Why? Because, this:
It came in the mail today with a note to expect Season 4 in the next week or so. Well, now, PBS, that’s just fine, isn’t it? I donate a piddling little sum to your excellent programming and this is the thanks I get, hmm? Hours and hours of non-productive time spent engrossed in Highclere Castle shenanigans! I purposefully didn’t watch when it aired on PBS, and planned to catch up via Netflix or Hulu or some such when I had vacation time to use. Now, what’s a girl to do? (Also, thank you very much, because this is awesome!)