Enjoying Monk

I love "Monk." I LOVE IT.

In the various hours that Babycakes is sleeping and Hub-D is out and the laundry is spinnin' and I feel righteous enough to allow myself some television, I've been watching "Monk" like CRAZY and it's better than ever this season.

I suspect that it's better because so much of it is improvised now. See, I'm a seasoned improviser (having attended improv classes so that I might meet my husband), I can spot it when TV shows employ improvisation. And it can be SO GOOD.

One warning about the show -- it kind of GIVES you OCD. Having watched so much of the show lately, I find myself obsessively stacking children's toys in exactly the manner in which they were originally packaged, and placing them "just so." I just went over to my pregnant friend L.'s house and took advantage of her prone state to tidy up her toy room in the precise manner in which I like it. Every wooden SHEEP must be partnered with the appropriate wooden HORSE, and all of the plastic RINGS must be stacked LARGEST TO SMALLEST FOR CHRIST'S SAKE.

Maybe it's time I went back to work...