My oldest son came home this week-end. We had one very important mission: to watch 14 episodes of Lost. A marathon of Lost. Lost on the couch in the family room. Lost for the week-end.
I don’t think I have ever spent so much time in front of a television during a week-end in my whole life. Okay. Except for maybe the Masters Golf Tournament.
Why did we do the marathon? I have no idea. And when the last episode of the season 2.0 DVD set had finally expired, I was, if you will pardon the pun, completely lost with Lost. But it was fun.