Lost -- in the house and on the screen

So here I am, one day home, with 5 loads of clean laundry piled on my bed and another in the dryer, with bottles and dishes to wash, groceries to put away, shoes to throw in the closet, a stroller with a flat tire to repair, two books to finish reading, and a couple of letters to write -- it's really a bit much.

So instead, I'm going to flop onto my couch and watch LOST, season 1. (I started mid-season 3 so I have some catching up to do). And I'm pretty sure that once I start, this may be the only thing l I do with every free moment I have for the next couple of weeks. So if you don't hear from me, I'm probably here watching hours upon hours of LOST. And probably dreaming about Jack and Kate and Sawyer as if they're really my friends, because I'll probably believe they are.