I may be the only female who has nodded off watching the newly-released Downton Abbey.
And it's all because of a sweater.
In spite of the blistering heat we still are enduring
(yes, that's the best word--enduring), the contrasting air conditioning inside
buildings can actually feel too cold for me. Thus a sweater comes along to church,
movies, and other places where I may sit awhile.
We viewed the film with a group of my sister's and her hubby's friends while
we were visiting them. I never dreamed I'd fall asleep, as I often am known to do,
since I was sitting next to people I don't know that well.
And certainly not at the long-awaited Downton Abbey.
I tried leaning forward in my seat. But eventually I sat back for more comfort
and tossed my sweater over my front like a blanket since I was cold.
I started to get warm and cozy. That's all it took.
I don't think I missed much, but I did miss the royals' arrival.
I can't believe it. (I hope I'll see it again.)
It was so enjoyable, for the most part. And, my, "how the children have grown."
It nicely tidied up a few story lines, but left us with some new questions.
So maybe ....
Note to self: next time leave sweater home and plan to chill.
(Photo: Jefferson Davis' last home.)
