I watched the final episode of Agents of Shield yesterday. It was a lovely farewell, but it made me sad. I used to watch the show with the kids. New episodes were a big deal. They gave up on it after a couple of seasons, but I pressed on. It still connected me to them in some weird way, even if they didn’t agree. That’s why I’m sad that it’s over.
Last night, in my sad, I started watching from season one, episode one. I was hoping to binge all seven seasons today, but I don’t think I’ll finish it. Oh well, I can keep going tomorrow too.