Whoops,
Game of Thrones went and ended. For some reason I thought season eight had seven episodes. But no, it was six, and last night was the last one.
This week and last week, I think, were less boring than everything else in season eight but mostly just because the book spoilers were new and somewhat unexpected. So I find myself looking forward to the books now. Which is annoying because, by jingo, if those books ever do get published it sure won't be soon...
I've contemplated starting the book series again. But I don't honestly think I can face it. Even the fact there are
two books still to go and the trail is eight years cold....