Monday evenings somewhere in between working out and going to bed, usually while making and eating dinner, I turn on my laptop and watch the latest episode of Downton Abbey.
To clarify, I was not a Downton devotee from the start. I finally watched the first couple of seasons about a year ago just to figure out what all the fuss was about. I watched those first couple of seasons while quilting. Even now, I cannot sit in rapture, solely focused on the show. I must be occupied doing something else. I'm not sure why this is, other than maybe the show is long, people. Especially on a Monday, my chosen viewing night.
But that's neither hear nor there. The point of this is to warn you about the Downton Effect that has taken hold of my life, or at least my dreams.
I once wrote about how I have similar problems after binge watching Covert Affairs.
I'm not sure exactly what sparked the Downton Effect to take over. Perhaps it was one of those "which character are you" quizzes I took. (For the record, I am Lady Sybil no matter how much Mama insists that I am Lady Mary.)
For the past few weeks, I have woken up on Tuesday morning straight from the set of Downton. Really. Truly. Lady Mary, Tom Branson, Daisy, Mr. Barrow, the whole lot of them are invading my dreams. It only happens on Monday nights and for that I am grateful, or I might start insisting my roommate start acting as my lady's maid and cook wrapped into one.