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.