Spoilers

FYI. I talk a little about the particulars in Lost finale and about A Girl Who Played with Fire.

What a Monday. I’m exhausted. Strange, being that this was my first weekend not on the road/hosting for quite a long long while. I threw out all the “shoulds” I had knocking on my door and cocooned for the weekend for a much needed battery recharge. You would think I would be well rested, but I have a couple of ideas why I’m more tired today than I was Friday:

1. I watched the 4.5 hour long Lost finale saga that ended at 11:30 pm! I had finally caught up on all the past seasons and have been watching the last couple episodes “live” (or later, on hulu). I was thinking of watching it with friends but am glad I didn’t. I was balling at the end. I swear, it’s the musical score that pushes you over. For me, it was disappointing finale. So many unanswered questions. It ended and I was like, “wait, what?” I was so confused.  Were they dead the whole time? But the next day, hearing folks interpretations helped put it in perspective - they were just dead in the sideways stories. And I realized, this show just isn’t that smart. It pretends to be with all the references but then it doesn’t take it anywhere. Still, very entertaining. I wasn’t wild about the last season but I can’t tell if it was because I was watching the show with commercials. Hands down, the show climaxed in Season 1. So that was emotionally draining – saying good-bye to characters, although silly, is still real. Like coming to the end of a trilogy you’re reading.

2. Which brings me to this morning. I was reading the second book in the Millennium trilogy. Although I’m not at the end and saying good-bye to the characters, I’m instead, at the height of the second book, right after the murders and the energy level is high and stressful. So by the time I got into work this morning, I was pretty worked up. I was reading the book on my way into the office, all the way up to my desk and it took a huge effort to close the book and turn my attention to work stuff.

3. I was finally finishing some knitting projects. Finally “finished” a project started three years ago. Only to find, that yet again, I’ve made an unwearable sweater. It looks beautiful. The right length, the right fit. Not too big, not too small. The orange is worked in a beautiful pattern which is key to make sure you don’t look like an orange or carrot. But the &*!# armpits. They’re just too tight. It’s like wearing a rubber band right around the arm/shoulder seam. Don’t know what’s happening there. And unfortunately, the only fix is to rip out the collar work. Un-seam everything, rip out the top of the sleeves and rip out the top of the sweater. That’s over a days’ work just to undo all the work. No small feat. I’m exhausted just thinking about it. And unfortunately, this last sweater I’m just barely making it with yarn. Frustration.

4. When I cocoon, I cocoon. I didn’t make it grocery shopping which meant I subsided on the food in the fridge. I cleaned out a lot of left-overs. All good stuff, although there was one item in there that didn’t sit too pretty with me Sunday afternoon. Nothing bad, but glad I was hanging around the house, if you know what I mean.

5. I wanted to watch a particular movie Sunday, but with other stuff, didn’t get around to it until… after the end of Lost! I was so wired from the end and some marathon knitting that I figured, “hey, why not?” I should have answered myself that, “hey, it’s 11:30 pm and simple math puts you going to bed at 1:30 am. That’s why not”. I really wasn’t that tired last night as I would have fallen asleep half way through the non-action movie. But still. That gave me about 6 hours of sleep. Ugh. I’m feeling it now.

On the upside, my place is half-way decently clean as I wasn’t sure if my dad was crashing Sunday night after dropping my step-mother off at Logan. On the down-side I didn’t make a dent on my laundry. On the upside the kitty litter and trash is out of the house. Which is really good news as we enter into humid 90s starting tomorrow. I finally took down the party decorations from the farewell party I hosted two weeks ago. It was time.