One Episode Left

I experience a sense of grief every time a great TV series ends. The sadness that there isn't going to be any more of it, the irrational feeling that there's never going to be anything as good, and the sensation of emptiness inside. It's a strong emotional response, not very different from losing someone you love, with the obvious differences in intensity. I don't like things becoming other things, or going away suddenly. When I find something I'm content with, I want that thing to stay the same forever. I have my bar, and my beer at that bar. I have my favorite breakfast, lunch, and dinner restaurants, and I know the exact menu item I'm gonna pick the next time I visit any of them. If any of those items are suddenly discontinued, I'm not gonna be happy. If one of those places closes, much less. I just watched the second-to-last episode of The Bear. There's just one left. Forever. And I'm dying to watch it, but at the same time, I don't want to. Because then, it will be gone. It's…