I’m still a bit sick, although better than I was the past two weeks (which was AWFUL). Being able to take time off to rest has done wonders, which shouldn’t be a surprise, but as someone who’s had to work jobs where you only call in sick if you’re dying in the hospital, the concept of “do nothing but rest” is foreign but wonderful.

Anyway, while sick, I’ve realized that trying to watch something that requires any focus ends in disaster, especially when there’s a strong chance I will fall asleep during it.

So I’ve been idly binging Call The Midwife because British period shows comfort me and I’m not in the mindset to follow a crime series (which would be my usual choice). I didn’t think I would like it, because while I love kids and have enjoyed being around kids all my life, I’m not exactly eager to have any of my own. The idea of being pregnant and giving birth, frankly, horrifies me, and I have no desire to ever experience that personally, although I respect and appreciate that’s something others desire in their lives. 

So you’d think I’d be unable to relate to this show, but I love it. Even when it’s bleak (and it’s so often bleak), there’s a strain of hope. I love hope. I’ve also fallen in love with all the characters – as a kdrama watcher, it’s no surprise I like character driven shows, especially ones with tons of women supporting each other.

Still don’t want a kid of my own, though.