Last night poor John was so exhausted he fell asleep before 9:00. I was left pretty much to my own devices all evening. I was flipping around on the boob tube, as my dad likes to call it, and came across a show on a Mexican channel that has an interesting name. Infarto… on KUVM. INFARTO. Really?
I didn’t watch it, mostly because I have no patience with dialog I can’t understand. But, I have to wonder if maybe, subconsciously, I wasn’t a little afraid to.