And Again?
Big Cuter wanted to know how we were dealing with the news of the day. I was honest, and told him I'd ignored the whole thing. He thought that was a good plan. I'm not so sure. Between the 49'ers' dismal performance, Breaking Bad's emotional roller coaster, and G'ma falling down, I was in no mood at all to add one other piece of sorrow to my life. I know, I know, I know.... football and television and my ancient mother ought to be on very different levels of the Worry Ladder, and they are. Unfortunately, my psyche is less than vigilant about keeping an appropriate amount of distance between them; I'm finding them mushing together just below my heart. I feel for my boy, who loves his team to distraction. I worry about Jesse and twist around the axis of guilt/hubris/disappointment/ego Walt's constructed, and I'm still seeing G'ma collapsing under my car while I stood helplessly nearby. That's a typical Monday's worth of angst, and I...