Man! It feels like the olden days.

So the TV broke like a week ago. The big one in the living room. The "good one." The one that all the cool stuff is connected to. Broken. So I moved it aside until I could get someone to come over and fix it. And I grabbed the TV out of the studio and brought it into the living room. 

Something we didn't take into account is how far away the couch is from the much smaller television. It was so hard to read the listings on the cable guide. 

But last Friday a technician came out and replaced the lamp. Hmm... not the problem. He replaced the ballast. (Whatever that is.) Looks good. He closed the TV and went on his way. I moved the "B Team" television back to the studio. This is not an easy heft. The whole time doing that quickstep thing you do when you're about to drop something heavy while Beth makes sure the doors are open and all steps are clear. 

Sunday, the TV won't turn on. Damn. 

Life at home without TV is odd for me. It kinda feels like vacation when you go to a country where there is no TV in the room or you have no reason to watch it because you don't understand anything.  Actually that's not right, I still watch anyway because you never know when you might see something crazy on foreign TV. 

Life without TV is borderline camping. 

It's pitiful really. Without TV I'm finding myself going to bed way earlier than I normally would. I try reading in bed but it just puts me to sleep. So I fall asleep way too early. Which only makes me wake up way too early. I hate waking up so early that I still set off the motion sensor outside when I walk by. 

The dog won't even wake up that early. I mean she'll humor me and go outside and pee. But then she goes back to the bed. And I'm wide awake. With the internet. 

Okay. Maybe it's not the olden days then. But it has it's "old timey" moments.

It's been two days... I think I'm going to have to poach the telly from the studio again.