The Universe gave me one day.

That was yesterday - mostly pain-free. Today, the Universe toyed with me. Waking me up at 5:16 was only one impolite aspect. Attacking the border of my muscles another. Somehow, I managed to read, watch TV, sleep, write emails, edit the church publication, but right now I feel lousy.

The only semi-good thing was the second match of the Jeopardy! GoAT tournament. James won tonight's match. I'm still rooting for Ken. Anyway, I'm feeling cold, so it's time to jump into bed after taking my pills. Sigh.

Life lessons from TV?

So, I stayed awake long enough to watch Tuesday's N.C.I.S. I may have missed some of the finer points (family? bounty?) but the kid helped rescue himself with Rule 9 when he was being forced to get on a plane with a man pretending to be his father, destination Montreal and further on to Cairo (apparently a funnel to Libya). The kid who I believe had really grabbed Gibbs's heart had adopted Rule 9. When he went through the metal detector, he set off an alarm. A visual scan showed he had a knife on him. No way would the man be able to force him onto a plane. Naturally, just at that moment, Gibbs and everyone else showed up to secure the scene. Torres really wanted to punch the guy, but Bishop did it instead!

Jack did some digging around and located the boy's "aunt" and "uncle" (once again, I'm fuzzy about the deets), so he had a home, leaving a deeply wounded Gibbs (and perhaps Jack to help him heal).