A from-the-corner-of-my-eye, unfocused glance
startled by a ginger tabby, five feet up the conifer.
While mind throws up a juggle of lunatic explanations
eye looks again
and sees it is dead branch.
Surprised at the near-addiction which lead me to a never-before binge-watch of 86 episodes of a French detective series, I am equally so at the lack of guilt or withdrawal at the satisfaction of its ending.
Now to books.