I used to do this at least every weekend, staying up 3 or 4 watching X-Files. Season 8 is on right now, the finale if I remember right. Still don’t like Monica Reyes, had forgotten about all of the “Christ child” metaphors that they piled on in this season (wow, did they over do it. There is such a thing as subtlety, Chris Carter). I’ve lost the desensization that I had once upon a time, as I’m on the couch freaking out even though I know everybody survives and it’s going to be okay. Big wimp, that’s me.

I should go to bed, try to catch a few hours of sleep, as the ER for the moment is quiet, I’m caught up on my notes and my patients are tucked in, without pain or complaint. But I’ll be done early in the morning and for a moment, I’m enjoying feeling young and carefree again.