Even when you're reaching for that drawer in my house that I try to keep closed, but it's open

I slept less than two hours and had a dreadful morning. I had a very decent afternoon. It concluded at sairaali's when beckitypuff came over with assorted berries and maple whipped cream and Saira showed us the first episode of the second season of The Librarians (2014–), "The Librarians and the Drowned Book." Both of them coped very well with me immediately saying that I'd be disappointed if this didn't turn out to be a Tempest episode and then shouting things at the screen like "Sixteenth-century Milanese shipwreck! Chess set! Pearls! Category 5 hurricane overhead, what more do you want, a cast list?" Weirdly, the show it reminds me of most is The Fantastic Journey (1977) in that it has all the structural qualities of bad television, but something works out in the alchemy and it's delightful instead. I love that the master thief is a geeky-looking East Asian kid, that the scholar of art history looks like a Midwestern bruiser, that the mathematical genius is a perky young woman, that the actual bruiser of the team is middle-aged and female. Any one of them would be the quirky lead of their own show, but all together they make a quirky team. Predictably, I like John Larroquette's Jenkins. Noah Wyle's Flynn is distractable enough to be a Time Lord, but it looks like the narrative might remember to call him on it every now and then. Rebecca Romijn's Eve straight-up stabbed a fictional character with a saber. Would gladly watch more episodes. Need more time to waste on TV. Saira also sent me home with three novels by Anuja Chauhan: I am halfway through Those Pricey Thakur Girls (2013) and it's terrific, social comedy against the political backdrop of the aftermath of the 1984 anti-Sikh riots, with a wry, effervescent, multilingual style. I may try to nap.