I’m feeling sort of burned out and I kinda’ don’t wanna’ review this show anymore. I mean I *WILL,* there’s only one episode left after this one, so it’d just be stupid to quit now, but I’m just not all that into it. A lot of that has to do with my basic outlook at the moment: we had a major illness in the family that required major surgery, which resulted in endless stays at, trips to, and trips from the hospital, all sorts of crazy hours, keeping the kids from freaking out, and so on, followed by a major out-of-nowhere crisis with one of the grandfolks, so I’m just sort of exhausted.

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I know the original Cosmos aired on Sunday, but is Sunday the worst possible night for this show, or what? I don’t know why, but I just find it harder to focus on Sunday, what with the tensions of having to get back to the normal grind tomorrow, and woes at the various things I was supposed to do over the weekend, but didn’t, and my vague resentment that I’m stuck watching this show rather than something cool on Netflix.

Hoo boy. It’s an obvious joke, so I’m just gonna’ get it out of the way: that title really sounds like an add you’d find in “Home Video Magazine” circa 1980, doesn’t it? “Desiree Cousteau in…” There. We’re done. I was thinking about mentioning the ratings, but honestly we’re halfway done with the show next week, and that seems a better time to discuss it.