Several months ago, I began watching a t.v. series on Netflix. Five seasons, one hundred episodes. (For those curious, it was "The Ghost Whisperer". And yes, I really liked it. Guilty pleasure #129 admitted.) The show was cancelled after season five.
Last night, I watched episode 100.
When I turned off the t.v., I felt this strange emptiness. I sat there in the dark for a little bit and just processed it.