I'm feeling more 'mentally ill' than I ever have in my life, which is really saying something. Wonder if I have PTSD from the lockdown? I've had it so much easier than many people, though. Roof over my head, no kids, enough money to (just about-) get by, and being an introvert, anyway. I should be ashamed of feeling so awful. I am.
Still nothing very interesting on TV, apart from the delightful GRAYSON'S ART CLUB, which really does my gnarly soul good. Thank goodness for streaming. I finished watching series 2 of AMERICAN GODS; not all that, but the spectacle bits are still worth seeing.
Then there was a STORYVILLE documentary about the Notre Dame fire, with hair-raising footage I'd not seen before. Firefighters certainly are incredible characters, nobody who wasn't a total hero/lunatic would go anywhere near a scene like that.
Netflix hit THE DIG, about the discovery of the Sutton Hoo burial, was indeed well worth watching. Strangely, I was also quite taken by THE BROTHERHOOD, a gentle study of mostly very old monks in a rapidly shrinking monastery community.