It opened well enough, with me giving a friend some advice about his illness over the phone, and then almost immediately thereafter, we learned that another friend's 18-year-old son had hung himself. I'm fairly articulate, but I just don't have the words to express myself. We've known this child from his and his twin's birth, and we've watched him grow, and we're stunned.
Work was very busy, with me making eleven stops between hospitals, nursing homes and house calls, and even there I got another kick in the crotch when I had to break the news to a woman that she has metastatic breast cancer. She didn't take it well, of course. That's when the headache started.
It seemed like forever, but I finally got home. My beloved was kind enough to feed me some delicious duck and bacon sausages, which hit the spot nicely. I then tried to vegetate with the TV. I cleared the DVR, and then put on a newly-arrived DVD from Netflix of ST:DS9, but near the end of the second episode, the DVD failed. Ack.
I finished the evening with another disc, Lone Wolf and Cub: Sword of Vengeance, a movie, not a TV show, and I found that although the gore was over the top, the cinematography and use of terrain was better than in the TV series I recently watched. Not bad. Same adventures as in the manga, apparently.