One would think that the forsaking of TV would leave me time for you, my dearest bloggy... Alas, it has not been so. Last night I longed for the solace of TV as one might pine for a lost love. I went to the closet to drag it out, but it looked so heavy and the chances of getting any reception were so slim that I lost heart and went to bed. I woke up this morning with an unreasonably heavy heart and my mind again turned to TV. I called my friend Dan to see what he was doing. He was watching scantily clad gentlemen (not how he described it but as it appeared in my mind's eye) jump around the sand volleyball court... (The Olympics is a bitter time not to watch TV. ...) So, I went to see a movie. But the movie ended. So now I am back at home without the sweet release provided by the boobtoob. I am going to have a drink.

Oh, lucky me and God bless my policy of not answering the phone... I just got a call from the Bush/Cheney folks. Apparently John Kerry hates health care. Who knew...