Two minutes to Jeopardy!

(cont'd from Feb 1)

    When I showed up at Stella's, the cat was not on the dining room table, which made sense, as Tom had called me earlier to say this would be my last day.  No "six more weeks of home care duty" for me.  The entire operation is being turned over to the Hospital's home care unit.

    I offered to fetch some library books for Stella.  She goes for stuff like Seabiscuit, Captain Cabot, anything to do with the Navy or maritime stuff.

    As I fixed dinner she was going on about some Captain.  "Captain McSomething was the brother of the woman who started Pepperidge Farm. When he was in the Coast Guard..."

    "Two minutes to Jeopardy!" I countered.  Or should I say, counted.

    We'd been watching mostly Food Channel shows, and NCIS.  I'm always pleased to tell people that I've never seen any incarnation of CSI or Law & Order, which are like a virus that spreads all over the cable line-up; I've never seen Bones or Cold Case, The Closer, JAG, Criminal Minds, Grey's Anatomy, ER, House etc.

    "Oh, NCIS is ten times better than any of those other shows," she pointed out.  (As far as I can tell,  it's crap.)