Okay so it's May already

A busy busy week last week capped off with what was NOT the swine flu but which was about the most painful experience of my life -- unfun and not yet fully over. But it gave me an excuse for couch time. Couch time these days mostly involves trying to burn through enough episodes of "Millennium" to keep some space on the DVR. "Millennium" was Chris Carter's show after "The X-Files," with the wonderfully craggy Lance Henriksen as a gifted profiler of serial killers who gets mixed up with the ever-more-shady Millennium Group. It is dark, it is unrelenting, there is no musical episode, and yet it remains one of my favorite shows of all time and I was thrilled that a channel I never heard of before, Chiller, is playing it in precise order.

But burning through a couple of Millennium episodes always require a palate-cleanser, for which we turn either to the backlog of Jeopardy shows (the DVR was made for Jeopardy, both to skip through the commercials and the extraordinarily pointless personal stories of the contestants) and TCM movies that I'm dying to see but that no one will watch with me. Last night it was the absolutely seamless comedy tapestry that is "Walk Don't Run," a light and wonderful romantic comedy that features Cary Grant, in his final role, at the top of his game. Along with him are the perfectly lovely, graceful and uptight Samantha Eggar, and the charming Jim Hutton. Definitely the kind of movie they don't make any more.

Today's goal: less couch. I've been off the bike for days but I don't think this'll be the day I get back on. But off the couch would be good.