And yet, I was up at 7am. I didn’t set my alarm or anything. I was just so congested from all the smoke in our air recently that I couldn’t sleep, so I begrudgingly figured I’d go ahead and start my day. And then I remembered that today was “Gilmore Girls” day, and all the begrudge went away!

I finished the first episode before Rockford and the kids woke up, and I figured I’d need to take a break for at least a few hours before I could watch the second one. But then my dear, sweet husband told me to go to my room for a Gilmore marathon, which he then fueled with sweet tea and Thanksgiving leftovers.

I cried three times over the course of the first episode and maybe once an episode after that. Those infamous last four words left me certain that they’ll do a second season or a movie.

And then we went to see “Moana,” and we did a little Christmas shopping, and we put up the tree and the indoor decorations, and now I’m watching the “Winter” episode of “Gilmore Girls” again.

Today was not, perhaps, the most productive day I’ve ever had, but it was a rather fine day.