The apple pie was every bit an apple pie. All the same flavors. Used only butter, water, flour, white and brown sugars, crusts, apples. Bake. Done. Yummy.

Looks like many of the commentary shows I check in on regularly are being taken over by the Clinton appearance before Gowdy's committee. Don't want to think about politics tonight.

TV is unspectacular tonight:

Bones (Getting old. Spotted Emily Deschanel as an attack victim on Law & Order SVU earlier tonight!)

Ancient Aliens (Ooooh and the "Alien Agenda," followed by the alien influence on the Civil War.

9 p.m. is bonus time with both Restaurant Impossible and Project Runway. Love shows about restaurants/cooking/chefs and the creativity of Runway's fashion designers. Been watching since 2004 but still not sure what's meant by "fashion forward." Tonight might be the season finale.

Finishing up will be L.A. Hair (a group of hair stylists). I know it's all scripted "reality" but I like the characters and this is a guilty pleasure. At least until Myrtle Manor comes back on.

Just realized some of these programs were ones I used to go to, to deal with Karen's illness. Myrtle Manor was exactly the kind of absurd, chaotic world I found myself in. (Redwood Kings, Tree House Master, Fancy Pools, To Catch a Contractor were all my retreats into universes in which wonderful things were being built. They couldn't stop my poor Karen's drifting away, but their weekly joyousness help me keep my sanity. They gave me (still do) a place to plant my feet to face my quivering fear of a reality I had never envisioned.

Glad to see they got the scum who killed that little 4-year-old girl in Albuquerque. Too many guns out there. Anybody can get one and people seemed less and less disposed each day to act rationally. At the very minimum there should be deep background checks.