Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I got up at dawn to go get a lab test, and when I got there remembered I have not been able to master the urine sample. I can't pee! This is the opposite of my normal life, where I have to pee if I look at a drop of water on a leaf. Sure enough, I tried drinking a cup of water, but only a trickle appeared. I was pretty shaken up, because I'd been worrying about catching covid at the lab, and had neglected to consider the one thing that might keep me in there longer. After I returned home, I found that not only had I been awake since five am, but my husband had not been able to go back to sleep after I left him. After careful consideration, we have decided to swear off the Brokenwood Mysteries CDCs for a while. We've been watching two a night, and that is three hours of mayhem, and evidently we don't have the consitutions for it. I had begun closing my eyes during the autopsy scenes, but that is not enough. We have joked that in a fictional town of five thousand in New Zealand, at the rate the series is dispatching bodies, there will be no inhabitants left, just dead people. We used to watch Death in Paradise, and had the same complaint. For such a tiny island, there seemed to be an unlimited amount of victims of violence. Perhaps our Covid empacted brains cannot deal with this kind of mortality in fiction. We've got more than enough of it in our real lives.