Thursday night TV was everything when I was a kid.
I’d be on our couch by no later than 6:55, drink and snacks at the ready. I wasn’t going to miss a single solitary second of my favorite shows.
Don’t even call me between 7 and 11 pm. It doesn’t matter the reason, I won’t answer.
Thursday night was my joy. Everything was fine with my TV-watching process. I had no problems at all. Nothing needed to be fixed.
Then DVRs were invented.
<sigh-like exhale>
In an instant, I realized that I had been watching television incorrectly all along. I had a problem and I didn’t even know it.
