Table.

This afternoon a super honest repairman told us that it was time to let our TV rest in peace. You would have thought  this would be the worst news ever. In fact it was the best thing that could have happened. All of a sudden Beth and I are eating our meals at the table, not scoffing in front of the telly, from plates wedged on our laps, watching for  the dog, who is watching us to drop any morsel at all. She's still in luck,  I drop enough food to make circling worth her while. It was weird at first, two people, two plates, quiet. Turns out we have loads to say to each other, outside of worrying about how CSI New York are going to solve the case. We are of course discussing getting another TV. But not for a while.