bed rest

It’s hardly sublunary. Or let’s say I’m just taking a crack at reading John Donne and ripping his poetic words apart. But having the full range of telly channels is a tremendous boost to my routine. There’s wisdom in watching a daily dose of Frasier. It was urbanely funny before Niles and Daphne got together. While Everybody Loves Raymond chronicles the traps of marriage and familial dysfunction in all its hysterical and annoying glories. With the old box gone, I lost an archive of recordings dating back to that documentary about consumerism in Japan. I have to track down another Friends THS and all the other Friends nostalgic narratives. However despite the bleakness of the forthcoming digital bill, there’s a rejuvenating package to the conforming inclinations, like an uninterrupted access to the History channel and its endearing features like the Six Wives of Henry VIII.

Of course, the loss of a favorite multiply channel is the perfidy of the week. Squealing has been perfected into an art form by some holier than thou contingent. Thus the cancellation of one website that bring forth wonders. Now I’ve got to do some trimmings in this blog and think hard and deep whether to avail of TFC now.