Carol and I recently wrapped up our enjoyment of Californication, a show that ran on Showtime from 2007 to 2014.
It starred David Duchovny as hard drinking, womanizing writer Hank Moody.
It was pretty tasty.
When you get to the end of a series like that you feel lost. The characters get into your head, they get into your life, you look forward to their exploits and then suddenly there ain't nuthin' left to watch.
Suddenly you are drinking excessively and beating the crap out of each other.
Happened to us with Breaking Bad which was the first series we obsessively gobbled up. That was kind of funny too because when we started watching it we were not streaming Netflix; we did it through the mail.
It took forever.
We floundered for a few days after finishing Californication and then decided to jump on the way back machine to dig West Wing.
Something like 156 episodes that ran from 1999 through 2006.
But what the hell, it is an intelligent, engaging show.
And we are feeling pretty hung over and I, for one, am sick of wearing makeup to hide the bruises.
After that maybe we'll dive in to The Dick Van Dyke show.
Rob Petrie needs us.