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If you haven’t noticed yet, we’re in a new season. I mean, I guess it should have become clear to me as I started to dress my kids in shorts and began to juggle window and floor fans throughout the house to get maximum airflow and oh my goodness, I guess I need to put on sunscreen every day, (I say, after my third sunburn.)
Summer season is here and I am in crisis mode.
But, I’m not talking about the season outside my window. I’m talking about the only substantial seasonality that lives within my Internet world: Television seasons. More specifically, THERE IS NOTHING TO WATCH.
Confession: I love television. DVR was probably the fourth best thing to ever happen to me. (Don’t think too much about what was first, second, and third, because I didn’t. Just know that it was high up there). But cable was such a ridiculous and unnecessary expense that we cut it. And I’m fine, really. I swear. This cold sweat is just from the outside heat and the inside fan pointed directly at me….