|Look at how happy she is.|
You can imagine that this might send me into a bit of a tailspin as television is something akin to air in my life. I love it so much. I am such an addict. The consolation is supposed to be that I can download or stream shows, and we are now the proud owners of a hulu Plus account, but I am feeling the loss. Acutely.
Television and I used to get up together on summer mornings. She would keep me company while I had a cup of coffee and a Museli Morning Round (my new food obsession). And then I would sit for a little bit, and we would bond. Later in the afternoons, we might meet again for a cup of tea or a little cavorting while I was preparing dinner. And she was usually the last person I said goodnight to before bed. And now she is gone. My husband has cut the cord. Shut it down. Made me do this cold turkey. And he did it while I was away. Sneaky bastard.
But, don't you worry. I have purchased a season's pass for both the Real Housewives of New Jersey and the OC. Parenthood is available for free through Netflix, and I have the password for my parents HBO GO account that I can access remotely. But, I still miss her. She was so good to me. Life must go on even though, in this case, the show(s) won't.