I will say this for Days of Our Lives, the creativity level of the writers has gone through the roof lately. For a while there, by which I mean the last five years or so, everything you saw was something that had happened before, possibly even to the same characters, only the most recent time around it would take six months longer to tell the story than it had the last time around. Well, those days are apparently behind us. There are actually totally new stories being told! Most are ridiculous, but we don't need to focus on that, do we? We're all about positivity around here.
Then again, I only watch two soaps. So maybe what I think are new and creative arcs are actually age-old stories, well-trod soap terrain that I'm just now getting exposed to.
Take, for example, the age-old story of a doctor/human-and-feral-cat-hybrid trapped for months in a tunnel beneath an abandoned 1980s nightclub, who hisses, howls, and grunts her way to discovery by some of the town's upstanding citizens, necessitating cartwheeling through a hole in some drywall and instigating a karate fight with two senior citizens that is averted only by the realization that the woman she has just tried to strangle is someone she knows and who suddenly refers to her as her best friend.
I considered retiring from soap viewing after the Lexie scenes this week. You almost had to find new bloggers, because Promising Ingénue came close to overdosing on awesome and I nearly just walked away, content that I had seen soaps get as cheesily great as they can be.
God bless these actors for taking the scenes so seriously. I kind of want to frame this:
Have I mentioned how awesome it is to have Doug and Julie back? And how I am totally astonished that Bill Hayes is 82 years old?
This was all just spectacular soapiness. You knew it was really getting good when Kristian Alfonso busted out The Eyebrow.

She rocks. Anyway, welcome back Lexie/Nell:
We've missed you. Well, that's not true, I didn't really miss you at all, and I imagine all the people concerned about maintaining some level of quality control in the provision of medical services in Salem didn't miss you either, but you're back. And you're a freakish, possibly brainwashed, hissing and grunting fool. Which is, let's face it, an improvement for you.