Sometimes, bad things have to happen in order to remind you of the good. It is an exercise in contrast. What good is orange without blue, white without black, life without death. It is truly something that I believe, but we've discussed this before. Last night, at 12;34, something terrible happened to me. Something I thought would probably scar me for life. The worst part was that the news of the occurrence was delivered by my husband.
Yesterday evening I took a nap after dinner. I hadn't slept the night before and I was exhausted from that, and from the genetics appointment, so I laid down and slept from about 6:30 to about 9:30. When I woke up, I grabbed some coffee and decided to visit bloglines to see what I'd missed while I was asleep. A lot, apparently. There were 56 new posts. I had been up for about 3 hours when my husband turned to me, the look on his face utterly indescribable, and says to me," Um, wasn't LOST on tonight?"
Ohhhh SHIT! I missed the season finale of LOST!? How the hell did I DO THAT!? I spent all night, and all day cursing the universe, and trying to decide just how I could possibly find someone who'd recorded it. I was angry for HOURS. At some point my mother walked in and I said to her, "Ma, you know what I did last night? I missed LOST!" Her reply was, "Uh, no. It's on tonight Erin."
I was absolutely convinced that I'd missed it, and that today was Thursday. I haven't figured out yet whether Scott was pulling an inordinately evil practical joke on me, or if he too believed that yesterday was Wednesday.
Regardless, it was a quick dose of black and white, and I now have a huge appreciation for the good in life, the good that is called LOST.
Today IS Wednesday, today IS the day LOST is on, and it comes on an hour early, so don' miss it!