I kept thinking about the longest match in tennis history yesterday and wishing that I could watch more of Wimbledon. Then I saw an ad for the new season of Mad Men. Then I thought about how much I missed The Office this year and about all of the HGTV shows I used to like so much.
And I broke down and ordered cable TV, complete with DVR. And I was so relieved.
It’s been ten months since I’ve had cable, and it has had a surprisingly small impact on my life. It did, however, make my dad go semi-bonkers when we had to use several layers of tin foil so that he could get better reception during March Madness. And I have watched more episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond than I ever really wanted to watch.
So welcome back, cable. I promise not to sit on my couch for entire days, as tempting as that might be. I will watch What Not to Wear and House Hunters in moderation, and I will feel no guilt about erasing things without watching them.