After eight weeks of intensive night owling it in front of the TV, Clarke and I finished watching the sixth and final season of Lost. The era of late night sci-fi confusion has come to an end, at last.
We're okay with the way it ended, because it was the most optimistic way to conclude the addicting series and we felt an ironic closure with what ultimately happens to the group of castaways; hollywood characters who feel more like old friends than fictitious names on a movie script.
That said, we were still left with a lot of unanswered questions. But, that's part of the allure that dominates all the post-Lost debates, I imagine.
In other news...
Brock was loved on by Chocolate the goat at a recent preschool field trip to a farm.
Unfortunately, with a 20 degree wind, the chilly field trip was cut short. :(
Geez...hurry up, spring!
