My always reliable satellite TV service turned against me last night, and it nearly finished me off. Itís a good thing Iím strong enough to withstand such a blow. Itís a good thing I donít live and breathe for my programs. Itís a good thing I have cable as a backup.
I was on the phone when the satellite went down. Okay, I guess I shouldnít say ďwent down,Ē as if someone shot it out of the sky, but that was one of the things that went through my head. I took the big flashlight outside to make sure the dish was still on my roof, and still pointed in the general direction of Houston. I checked all the connections. And I followed the onscreen diagnostics about eight times in a row, obsessively trying to help my dish find the satellite again. Everything was working but that.
Finally I did what any longtime computer user would have done. I unplugged my satellite receiver, waited a few minutes, and plugged it back in. It still took another twenty minutes, but I finally had my satellite reception back. It was too late to watch this weekís episode of Surface, but I knew Iíd be ready for Gilmore Girls and House tonight. Not, I repeat, that Iím obsessed.