Addicted

K and I have been doing it every night, some times twice a night.

Get your mind out of the gutter; it’s not what you think.

You see, we have been in a frenzy trying to catch up on all of the “Lost” episodes, all the way back from Season 1. We are hopelessly addicted. Each night after EB goes to bed, we boot up our Netflix and lose ourselves (no pun intended) in the trials and tribulations of the plane crash survivors living on the mysterious island. Some nights, we watch not one, not two, but three episodes.

The plot is complex and the characters are an eye-candy. In fact, not only are they beautiful, they are also some of the most useful people to have around on a dangerous island. There's a spinal surgeon that fixes everyone up, a hunter that, well hunts, and an ex-military guy that catches and interrogates bad people. If I ever had to crash on an island, I would choose to crash with these folks. Of course I doubt they would say the same thing about me--I don’t do surgery, can’t hunt boars and am no match for the bad guys. But, I can spin an Excel pivot table and put together Power Point pitches like no one’s business, so maybe I’m not that useless after all.

The unfortunate thing about being a half a decade behind on popular television is that spoilers are lurking everywhere. It’s been a few months since the "Lost" season finale, and we still hear chatters about it. Luckily, both K and I have been successful in remaining in the dark about what happens in the episodes ahead.

We were striving to finish the series before early-August, when K starts nursing school and EB starts her new preschool. While we enjoy each cliffhanger episode, it’s starting to feel an obligation, like we must watch it every night. We need to put this behind us and get our nights back.

Happily we’ve completed two and a half seasons, which means we are almost half way through. But this also means we have another 61 episodes, or another 2,562 minutes to go.