My sleep pattern is thrown off. When I got home this evening, I was helping Patricia out before I watched the pilot episode of Daredevil on Netflix. Then, I dozed off for 90 minutes or so, throwing off my sleep pattern. I have spent the last couple of hours working away on my next radio column for Frank Magazine and puttering in my home office. Now, I sit in my big comfy chair, and as late as it is, I may elect to watch another episode of Daredevil. Patricia is already ahead of me.
Pound for pound, dollar for dollar, I consider Netflix to be the best entertainment value in my house. Except for local news and weather, and a very few programs I can't wait to see, I seldom watch cable any more. It's about streaming services now. I can understand why the cable companies are scared. I don't care that they are scared and pointing fingers, but I can see why they are doing so.
Patricia remains sick with a bad sinus infection, although her fever has broken. When she gets this sick, her voice is affected and sounds quite cute, although she is quick to point out that that is the only thing about her that is cute when she is in that state.
I was supposed to be the Sgt. at Arms at a Toastmasters event in Bedford on Saturday, but because of Patricia's situation, I have instead elected to stay close to home all weekend. Besides, I feel myself coming down with something and want to try to nip it in the bud. You know, like Don Knotts always used to say on The Andy Griffith Show.
I guess that is it for this evening. You enjoy the rest of your evening and I will see you tomorrow.