We canceled cable after the Blazers season was over. It's nice to not have it. It's such a crutch, and I get so addicted. We have two porches on which you get various amounts of sunlight over a day, and to not be out there, reading or drinking lemonade during the summer is just blasphemous and wasteful. But if there was a rerun of Seinfeld on, I know, there I'd be, curled up in my stupid tiny chair, listless, with a shelf full of books gathering dust and eyes glazing. It's a form of self control, maybe, to just shut it off. Like how P just doesn't buy sweets for the house or AA people don't have even one beer. Make the choice make you, in a way. I guess that's a hard line.

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