Country dances and forfeits shortened the rest of the day.

A gradual interabsorption of sex characteristics in temperament results, the female assuming those of the male, the male losing those which distinguish him sharply from the female.

What makes “Dr. Ken” such a cringefest is the disconnect between Mr. Jeong’s florid persona — pitched at the edge of desperation — and everything else on screen, which stays within the boundaries of a network family series.

Six months old, a half-season project, they are already more watchable and more coherent than the second phase of the title-winning team of two years ago; but not at the level of the luminous, steamrollering Mourinho Mk1 team, a rare concurrence of prime-cut talent and a manager in the sweet spot of his own powers.