A blessed half hour of television

Just went to my mom's home for a half-hour respite. Been having neck and shoulder issues and I desperately needed to lie down and breathe deeply. While doing so, I watched a PBS show about the adventures of a near-adolescent aardvark named Arthur and his friends Buster, his bratty sister DW and an assortment of other mammalian friends. I am beginning to realize this is hands-down my FAVORITE SHOW ON TELEVISION. It's like tea time, or like smoking a bowl, or like a deep-tissue massage. It's so relaxing. Really. I so-not-facetiously recommend it to anyone seeking some gentle, uplifting television after a hard day. Or during one. It is nicely written and morally edifying. Again, no sarcasm here. Give it a whirl.