Burn and Rave

Around the time nine o’clock rolled around last night, I was deep into the Endless Night, yet another murder mystery by Agatha Christie.  Or so I was expecting, because I don’t think the murder had occured yet, which made the guessing game more interesting.  It wasn’t just a question of who was the killer.  I was also trying to pick out who would be killed.

Another question ahead of me was whether or not to book down my delightful tome and tune into my favorite TV show.  It’s quite a rare even that I have time to watch TV, much less catch it on a night when Law and Order is on (thanks to the sport I couldn’t care less about - Sunday night football on NBC).

I could hear the exciting theme song playing in my head, would I want accompaniment from real audio as the opening credits rolled?  Would I push that POWER button?

I did push a power button, and that was my determination to stay put and keep reading and my imagination flowing.  I had already been looking at a computer screen all day, my eyes didn’t need any more of that kind of damage.  And TV has always had a hold over me.  I have the hardest time turning it off.  That’s the real power struggle.  I won this time because I didn’t even turn it on. 

Back to the murder-still-yet-to-be-committed guessing game.  In the end, even though I’ve read at least twenty of her books, Madame Christie got me again.  I was not even close to suspecting.  I borrowed another 3 books from the library, so I still have a few more chances before I dive back into the crazy sleepless schedule of clerkships (sugery this time).  Well, that’s 1 for Agatha and 0 for me.  But 1 for me and 0 for the TV.