Yesterday, I planned to make a time line for the years between 1201 and 1204 (what happened when and where the king was and who was "in" and who was "out" of favor, that sort of thing). I really, really did. But first, I went to the library and there -- oh, happy day! -- was the book I'd been trying to order from Amazon. I did hear back from them about that. The book is only available through another seller and their "our price" would be what the book would cost if they had it. Now, I ask you, what's the point of that, since they don't?
Anyway, I get home with "my precious" (aka The Plantagenet Chronicles) and discover that my daughter is watching a version of Nicholas Nickleby she recently purchased. It's one I've never seen before, staring James D'Arcy as Nicholas and Charles Dance as Ralph Nickleby. And it's good. Really good. And there went most of my afternoon.
Later, when I retired for the night, I took "my precious" with me to read for a little while. Next thing I know, it's quarter to one. Ay yi yi! Sucked into another vortex! But it's just so dang interesting!
Still, it's probably a good thing my daughter's off to work today, or she'd probably start watching Regency House Party or something else I find vastly entertaining and I would be drawn, as a moth to flame, and there would go another afternoon.