I don’t own a television.
Most days, I don’t mind not owning a TV; in fact, I enjoy the idea of not being tethered to a box in my living room. I enjoy sitting in my sunroom and reading a good book, or watching the logs in my fireplace crackle, or just sipping some tea and staring at the clouds pass by from my balcony.
There are days, however, when I miss being able to throw a cute and sappy movie into the DVD player, crawl under a warm blanket with some tea and some cheese crackers, and eventually fall asleep on the couch after being lost in the magic of the cinema.