This time of year, it feels good to stay home at night. Why not just come out and say it: January is a dull month, and we're almost as dull. A plain pasta dinner, a few glasses of wine, a TV series on Netflix and there's our typical weeknight. We're slowly working through a series called "The Story of India." I'm enjoying it, but India is on the list of places I'd like to go someday. However, it would take a pretty big crowbar to get John off to India. He calls the program "that India thing" so you get the picture. But if world history is your cup of tea, the historian Michael Woods does a good job, although his effusive style can get on your nerves. You have to admire him though for having so much energy running around in the heat and dust.
We're also working through the third season of the Inspector Lewis British crime drama series. It is beautifully filmed in Oxford, and even though it follows the usual who-dun-it murder mystery formula (older, damaged detective paired with young ambitious partner) the characters have depth and adult complexity. Sometimes the plots are too convoluted, and if you can't catch the quick Oxford accent, you can miss the entire story. When that happens I just daydream through the rest of the program, thinking about the characters and looking at the beautiful scenes in Oxford. Everything is explained in the end, anyway.
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