Well, I have my own weird individual situation, with individual factors at work on me. I'm getting less out of everything, while not only is my medical stuff increasing, but medical side issues are being tacked on, all of which taken together are overwhelming and distorting how I react to anything and everything. The new stupid health distraction is that I think my system's reacting to an anti-biotic I have to take for my stupid ingrown toenail. I feel like the medical gods are poking and prodding me or punching me in a dozen different mysterious ways, and I can't figure out where it all's coming from... Sorry to vent. The VCR that doesn't play at SP well doesn't help either, though my DS tapes work better than other SP tapes somehow.
I think I may feel some of what you do about DS now, Lydia, but I can't put my finger on it any more than you can at the moment, and again, it's getting mixed up with the medical interference with my enjoyment of it all. I've been peering into this stretch of DS deeply to pry out of it whatever emotional response I used to have. I need more patience than I have, and more active emotional neirotransmitters than I have now. Other than that it's just a mystery.
I think I have had an alright time with episodes and haven't felt like commenting, sometimes. My sense of humor is more dormant these days, and I poke fun when I don't have anything else to say, so I'm silent at those times now.
The one thought I have today about this part of DS is that this is the one last storyline I like, and I don't even like the end. It's very discouraging. I know now that 1841PT has worth, but it's like a new DS that I might never have chosen to watch, had it not been preceded by "regular" DS.