As I sit here fresh off the episode edit, I find myself thinking that I was perhaps a bit too harsh on April Fool’s Day, even though I didn’t really say anything particularly harsh about it. I said I still like it, but I’m mostly good with it, you know? But I think that in the past I loved it so much that downgrading to a like and an “I’m good” feels very harsh. Because how could I not still love it so much? As Muffy St John, Deborah Foreman continues to be an absolute batshit delight. Nikki (Deborah Goodrich) is, like, so ‘80s slasher movie sex enjoyer cool. And of course there’s Amy Steel. Yeah, sure, Kit is no Ginny Field (and frankly she’s a bit of a pill), but still, it’s Amy Steel! In a necktie! Could my loathing of preppies and snobs and the class struggle really overshadow all of that enough to cool my ardor? Has my ardor cooled simply because of time? Does it owe to where I am or where I am not in this exact moment? Hmm do I really need to be getting all existential about April Fool’s Day?