Spending a week working remotely from home, I expected a delightful week of quality family time. I did not expect to lose my damn mind courtesy of old-school, free-to-air TV.
Don't get me wrong, I love TV. I watch a lot of shows - more than your average person and probably far more than is recommended by any type of health professional. Just recently I binged three seasons of Grace and Frankie in as many days and was promptly told by a colleague that I need to get out more.
But this was the first time I've "watched TV" - in the traditional sense - in many months. I own a TV, but it doesn't work. Its only function is as a screen for my Chromecast. Thank God.
What you need to know about my life in my hometown is that my time is split between two households, and in both households there's a retiree, so there's a lot of daytime TV in the mix. Add to that the fact that my home workspace is set at the dining table, sat directly opposite the TV, and you get some idea of just how much truly terrible "entertainment" I've been exposed to.
Certain family members spend their time meticulously planning viewing schedules, channel-jumping through all kinds of day-time atrocities. Others surf until something catches their eye. All of them complain about how there's nothing good on.