I've been MIA for all of May and can't wait to get back into a normal routine. Chalk it up to moving, to unpacking an entire household and then dealing with an average of 10 contractors per day to get this rental in working order, but I'm spent. My week in Perth now feels like eons ago since I'm early to bed and early to rise, all with no Internet, TV or husband [darn work travels] for comic relief.
Watching movies from my laptop is my newfound habit and a fix for my latest obsession: Dexter. Now in it's third season, the Showtime series centers around a serial killer who works as a blood spatter analyst for the Miami Metro Police Department. It's clever and twisted, suspenseful and addictive. I find myself watching multiple episodes at a time then wondering whether I should finish the entire season in one sitting, though fully aware I wouldn't be able to sleep if I took the plunge. And my favorite part? Dexter's opening title sequence is one of the most creative around—a perfect introduction to the dark humor awaiting. Really, it's to die for.