Judge Judy

At 6pm every night, the television goes on and Judge Judy dispenses wisdom and rules and rules and rules for what seems like hours.

In order to avoid yet another girlfriend-loaned-money-to-their-baby-daddy-but-now-he-has-a-new-girlfriend-and-she-wants-the-money-back segments, or the older-man-who bailed-out-the-young-user-babe-who’s-looking-for-payback piece, I have tried various distractions. It can’t be anything that takes me too far away from the action to where unable to understand my partner’s comments on the cases. But I need something to keep at least half my mind away from the darker side of the human soul. Knitting makes me tense. And reading takes too much concentration. One idea that worked for a while was to draw a quick sketch of the defendants and plaintiffs. It was entertaining for about 3 notebooks worth of conflicts. Then I made up names and thoughts for the faces I’d drawn.
I’ve moved on to gentle Sudoku. It’s easy to pick up and put down so that I can say, “We’ve seen this one” and my partner responds, “I don’t care. We’re watching it again.”