There was sunshine, and a little grocery shopping at our local fruit market, then some very nice peanut-butter marinated chicken (don't gag, it's actually a lovely way to marinate chicken thighs, with soy sauce and garlic and brown sugar, and this time I had some miso ginger broth, so I substituted that for the water I was supposed to use, and it was lovely) to go over rice. And there were brussel sprouts sauteed in too much yummy butter and olive and sesame oil, and balsamic vinegar and green onions. And there were double-fudge brownies with ice cream for dessert.
There was time with my Best Beloved, napping with my head on his chest in the afternoon. And that would have made it better than anything, even if I'd had to eat stale cheese sandwiches instead of everything I talked about, and even if I hadn't watched some Doctor Who, too.
But it was good that I did watch the Doctor as he journeyed Into The Dalek. BB isn't fond of that type of episode (although he did consider it well done of its type), but I am, and I thought it was top-notch. It was unsparing and it made me uncomfortable, and it made me not like the Doctor, and I think that's not only what it set out to do, but what it should have set out to do. And I think it did it very, very well. It strengthened Clara, it introduced Danny Pink, who I think will be a very interesting character, and it solidified some of my own Theories Which Are My Own about who Missy is. For reasons.
I liked Deep Breath, and didn't see many of the supposed shortcomings others saw in it. It did have its faults, but it was a solid beginning to Capaldi's run, but I think I loved into The Dalek.
I want to explore both the episodes more; I hope I can summon the spoons to do so tomorrow.
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