Well, that was a lovely week lost in the bowels of jetlag, illness and trashy American TV.

For the record, I think the jetlag was worse for the first four days.  If L hadn’t been a total manic who refused to sleep past 4:30am for many, many days, I think I would have recovered much faster.  Well, that and if I had not come down with a Man Cold two days after we got home.  After hacking up more lungs than I actually own, I am finally on the mend.

But most pressing of all, do you know how many episodes of Big Love, Teen Mom 2 and the entire Bravo trash-tv lineup I missed in two months? Yeah, it was a LOT. I have a LOT of work to do catching up.

Then today, Mr. A got the cable people to come and replace our broken Tivo (sob! I miss you TIVO!) with a new HD T-Faux which makes me feel like I am on drugs when I watch it.  Why is HD clearer than regular eyes see regular real-life things?

As soon as I get caught up on all my TV shows, I am sure life will go back to normal.  Right?