Hello, Netflix

We're killing out television. Well, OK, not killing it. Just giving it a bypass.

A week or so ago, the "input" key on the remote stopped working, so we were forced to survive on meager rations of DVDs. The thing is? It's not that bad. And it's really pretty great for the kids, since we get to be all intentional about their programming.

Although I still assert that there's nothing wrong with using TBS reruns of "Sex and the City" as a babysitter. They're certainly not going to learn how to be slutty, shoe-mongering anorexics from me. I will never be anorexic.

So we haven't had any television, and we've survived pretty well. Yes, I miss the whole nightly Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert sandwich o' political satire. But we've been busy watching Season 2 and 2.5 of "Battlestar Galactica," so we're pretty frakkin content.

I've also been hard at work with my new classes - Middle Eastern culture and migratory patterns (that's two classes, not one. Although I'm thinking now that I might be able to kill two term papers with one thesis...)

And then there is Xerxes. My son is travelling right now. He is visiting friends in Florida. I don't know when he's coming back. I miss him.

Oh, oh yeah. Did I mention that we have a contract on our Florida house? We're supposed to close a week from today? I guess this means we're really staying in New York.

Send a good thought or two.

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Wait, why did I think that Xerxes was in college near you? And how did I not know that your house has been on the market all this time. Wow. Many good thoughts that it will all go as planned.