I have been watching too much TV. It’s not entirely by choice. My shoulder has made almost everything painful. It’s hard to find a comfortable position for using the computer. Reading is difficult, because normally I’d hold the book with my right hand, and now that irritates my arm. I actually tried to read the other night, but then I got an ocular migraine (probably from not sleeping), and that put the kibosh on that. I can still play piano, but the uppermost notes are out of reach (my arm simply doesn’t move in that direction anymore).
In truth, it’s hard even to be comfortable watching TV, but it’s slightly less uncomfortable than anything else. The big challenge–especially after having canceled several of our streaming services–is finding things that I feel like watching. Imagine my delight when Netflix informed me that there was a new season of Bridgerton. I absolutely adore that show, even as I hate it in so many ways. I immediately starting watching the new season. Happily immersed in my love-hate relationship, I was shocked when the show came to a screeching halt after the fourth episode. Damn you, Netflix, for making me wait for the rest of the episodes!