I have a Downton Abbey Hangover

Wanting to avoid the pledge breaks at our local public radio station, which ran the entire series, I pulled out my dvds of all 6 seasons and did my own Labor Day marathon. I binge watched as much as I could and stayed up really late (the early morning hours this morning), to get to the finale. I don't drink, but I imagine the way I feel today must be what a hangover feels like.
I had never really watched the last season with my full attention before, and I was really touched by Edith's speech to Mary when Mary asks her why she has returned, after Mary's betrayal, for Mary's wedding, and Edith responds that someday they will be the only ones that will remember the servants, the House, and even their parents and grandparents, that they are sisters.
My next younger sister and I have always had a sibling rivalry (nothing as serious as that of Mary and Edith; Mary's behavior toward her sister would never have been permitted), but that is how we feel about each other. Fate has seen fit to place us once again living together in old age in the same home, the one my husband and I built together during our 47-year marriage. He died in February, and my sister came to live with me. We still argue, but we also share the same memories of past times, and our lost loved ones.
I think many of us watch programs like Downton Abbey and even follow the European royals because they remind us that rich or poor, the human condition is common to all of us. The human element in these stories is our story writ large.

I could be a morning person if morning happened at noon.