Am I the only one who buckles under the weight of January? SR and I have, collectively, come down with plague. Subtle, insidious, plague bringing exhaustion and excessive mucus . Clever, clever plague.
To fill those hours of immobility and drool, we turned to Netflix; specifically – Survivors. BBC once again leads the way in post-apocalyptic squee. A pandemic flu virus rampages the earth, eradicating well over 90% of the population. Then it’s all Lord of the Flies meets the Swiss Family Robinson. If you haven’t watched it; time’s a-wastin’, there are two seasons to get through.
(If you’re down-loading, you need to know that this is a remake of a 1970’s series…I can’t vouch for the original.)
Hypochondriacs might want to forego watching pandemic disaster series while battling flu symptoms…not that I’ve been excessively checking my temperature or looking for weird lumps. *cough*