The final episode of The Handmaid’s Tale is out. I watched it before work this morning. I have two spoiler-free (or if not spoiler-free, then spoiler-light) thoughts.

First, I was curious about how they were going to set things up for the sequel show, The Testaments. I thought maybe they would resolve some story lines in ways that would change things for the next show. They did not. They left almost everything right where it should be. I was of two minds on that. On the one hand I thought it was good because I want the next show to succeed. On the other… I really wanted to see some happy endings that would have ruined The Testaments. Maybe not ruined, but significantly altered. So… yeah.

The other take away is pretty much the same as last week’s episode. Did I ball my freakin’ eyes out while watching it? Why yes, yes I did.

I seriously hate what this phenomenal show does to me. I don’t want to feel those feelings. I don’t want to live in a world that is sliding out of control toward the seemingly inevitable Gilead outcome. Can’t reality just fast forward through all of that shit and treat it like an archeological study?

Yeah, it’s a fantastic show and my tears and I are going to miss it when it’s gone.