Broody Blues

Blizzard binge. Watched the entire second season of Homeland. Scowls, furrowed brows. No one does it better than daughter Dana. Whew. That girl never smiles. Hyper-vigilant, she’ll pop up in any doorway. Broody Brody. Is he or isn’t he? A terrorist. Carrie is crazy moody. Saul calls her the smartest, stupidest person he’s ever met. His face is a dour dirge. He slowly plods as if an anvil’s on his head. The CIA is a fun place to work. Only sadsacks need apply.

2-hour Downton tonight. We’ll talk. Grammy’s. Not so much. Call me maybe.

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