In the morning, I wake up and immediately check Apple News. I’m served a buffet of stories about missing women and horrific crimes (usually involving missing women). On my commute to work, I’ll take in a podcast. When I’m feeling murdery, I’ll see if My Favorite Murder has released a new (non-live show) episode. If not, I’ll play one of the serialized shows I’ve been juggling—Somebody Knows Something, Over My Dead Body, Teacher’s Pet. Today, I settled for an episode of The Daily as it happened to be quite murdery, relaying the story of a rogue Russian assassin. (I’m not usually into organized crime, but this will do.)
At the office, we compare notes on recent clean beauty acquisitions and whether or not I should get new glasses (I should), and then we’ll quickly turn to shows.
“Did you finish Adnan?”
“But have you watched The Act?”