A Homicidal Mood

For months, my wife and I were devouring episode after episode of Homicide: Life on the Streets.  We would get at least two DVDs at a time from Netflix, watch one, then send it back immediately so its successor would arrive in the mail about the time we finished the second DVD.

I think the demise of the DVD player was largely responsible for that routine being abandoned.  That, and the fact that we subscribed to services that allow us to record multiple programs, then watch them later.  I have not recorded much; my wife, on the other hand, has recorded season after season of programs I find patently annoying and insulting.  Finally, though, I hooked up the new DVD/blu-ray player so I could watch a DVD (Goodfellas) sent to me by a friend. (That was a very interesting film, by the way.)

That action got us back in the groove of watching  Homicide: Life on the Streets.  Today was the perfect day to return to it.

My morning started very early, at 3:30 a.m., when I awakened from a very disturbing dream.  On most other days, I would have simply waited for 5:15 a.m. to come around and would have taken a long walk.  Today, though, just about the time I was ready to leave the house, it started to rain; nothing heavy, but enough to make it unpleasant to look through rain-spotted eye glasses.  So I made another cup of coffee and fiddled with the internet was unproductive.  By 6:30, though, I was ready to try to sleep again, which I did, until almost 8:30 a.m.

Light rain, a cloud cover, and cooler temperatures conspired against my plan to mow the yard this morning.  I was not in the mood to argue the point, so I opted to join my wife on a trip to the post office and then to the grocery store to get bread for our lunches.  By the time we left the store, we had bought a loaf of country white, a loaf of pumpernickel, a “combo” deal (chips, ketchup, sauerkraut, and hot dog buns free with the purchase of the franks), some Spanish chorizo, some made-fresh-in-the-store-this-morning sushi, and maybe another item or two.

Following a lunch of chicken breast sandwiches on our newly-acquired bread, we opted to let the gray day and cool temperature transport us into a homicidal mood.  We watched the three episodes from season 5 (we’re that far along) on the only Netflix DVD in the house, then scheduled the next two deliveries.

 

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