And yet, I am really not interested in any more exciting or challenging stitching. I am in a rut and hope to pull myself out of it soon. Bland seems to be my flavor of the month and I wonder how long it will continue to be so. I expect it is because things are so tense and pressured at work that I need to dumb down the rest of my life.
And speaking of dumbing down: I find I am watching way too much Grey's Anatomy on the Roku box. The characters on the show are caricatures of themselves. Add in the stilted political correctness of the scripts and one has to wonder if there is a formula stating there must be at least 6 incidents of recreational sex, 5 lesbian kisses/embraces, 4 references to single motherhood, 3 plot points involving post-traumatic stress disorder, 2 patients with bizarre issues, and 1 ever so ethnically and gender-ly balanced staff per episode to prove how very broadminded and liberated we all are. And yet I am totally hooked on the series. I must be losing an IQ point a minute. Before my husband bought the Roku box, I had spent the last 20 or so years happily oblivious to network television programming. And now, I have been sucked back into the maelstrom of mediocrity. And I am liking it. I am so ashamed.