Every time I find my favorite show isn’t airing a new episode I spout a sarcastic comment (or twelve) about how it must be nice to be a television actor and be on hiatus every three episodes (humph!) . Don’t we all wish we could just take a break like that? And then one day about three weeks ago I decided to give it a go. We celebrated our anniversary, planned a few trips, finally finished the scarf I’ve been working on for years (yes, years), celebrated the royal wedding anniversary ( I knew I’d saved it on DVR all this time for a reason), and just generally stopped to smell the roses.

It was also an exercise in ups and downs. The first week felt delightfully devious, like I was getting away with playing hooky. The second week I was in a panic that I was missing everything. By the third week I was rested, and ready to get back in the game. Of course now I have to cut down on the sarcasm and admit that a hiatus does a body good. Perhaps not every three episodes, but a spring hiatus might become a yearly occurrence around here. 

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