Except for being completely exhausted -- or perhaps because of it -- numb is about as close as it comes to describing my state of mind today. And we all know how I feel about Mondays anyway.
Last night, after finally getting Ozzie settled (he clearly suffered some serious separation anxiety over the weekend) and unpacking what would amount to a week's salary of luggage if I were carrying it by plane, we tuned in to the Golden Globes.
Except for the Oscars, I'm not big on awards programs. In fact, I generally avoid them. The mother enjoys all the red carpet activity, but I'm just not into any of that. I was too tired to lobby for anything else, so I just sat their Stoically, with Yorkie in lap.
Something that delighted me, however, were all the accolades heaped on HBO's John Adams. I watched this back in May after initially wrinkling my nose when I heard who was playing the title role (Paul Giamatti). It's not that I dislike him, I just had a hard time seeing him in this role -- until I watched it. Last night saw me applauding his win in the best actor (TV) category, one of about four I think I counted for the miniseries.
It's lengthy but well worth the time investment if you've not seen it.