We haven't had television reception since the great switch to digital last year. We get PBS, but that's it. We thought about it, but concluded that we did not watch TV enough to warrant getting satellite, and cable is not available back here in the woods.
I came home tonight and Tim was sprawled on the couch watching a football game. I'm kind of slow on the uptake, and I've got this rotten cold, so it didn't connect at first, but eventually it came to me. "Wait," I said. "What happened? Why are we getting network television." "I dunno," he said. "This game is a blowout. Let's see what else we get." And there was some movie channel. A movie was beginning. Some sneaky looking guy walked through a dark house past a bunch of butcher knives in a rack on a wall. Then some long legged guy in bell bottoms with long hair walked into his house. There were feathers all over. He looked startled and then raced up a spiral stair case while dramatic music played. He flung open the door and his eyes went wide with horror...and then Tim switched the television off. "Well," I said, "Now, we'll never know what he saw in that room when he opened the door." And Tim said, "I don't care."
Maybe tomorrow, we'll still have television. Maybe tomorrow there will be more than crap on. Maybe tomorrow I'll be over this stinking cold. Stay tuned!