There are some days when I have so much to do I wonder how I’ll ever get it all done. My calendar becomes a highlight color wheel of must-do’s, appointments, errands, and the like. I stress about getting every little thing done before heading into work — I have to cook, clean, go to the store, pick up kids from school, all while trying to carve out time to write somewhere in between everything. I turn on the TV to listen to some background noise as I fold laundry while cooking and getting a jump on my day when something totally ridiculous and stupidly unfair happens — I hear the dulcet tones of Dean Winchester yelling at someone (or something) on my television screen. It is at this precise moment in time I realize my day is officially shot. I sigh as I go sit on my sofa, drink my coffee and proceed to engage in a three hour long marathon of one of my favorite shows of all time. The chicken burns, my work clothes will be horribly wrinkled, and those dishes will stay in the sink until the next morning but I could care less. Nothing else matters as I succumb to the inevitable pull of the Winchesters as they go around kicking ass, taking names and crying at some point.
Well played Supernatural…well played.