So, last night. Camilla and I, minding our business, watching the TV.
This morning, Camilla at work but I’m minding my business, or at least trying to, trying to watch TV. Black.

Turns out our digital cable TV receiver (a box sitting under the TV set) is broken. Just talked to the company delivering both hard-wear, software and service. They will send me a package, with postage, in which I will lay my receiver, send it away and then probably get it back fixed within a week of sending it… that’s 10 days without cable, at least!

What do you mean without cable? Do you mean you still have other channels to watch?
Yes.
Well then, what’s the problem?
Well, the problem is this: We once had a remote to our TV set. Then we bought a dog. Then that dog decided to change his teeth from puppy teeth to full grown menacing beast teeth. That itched. So he bit on stuff. Then one day, sitting in front of the computer, minding my business, I hear him chewing on something in the other room. I had just given him a piece of dog candy so I did not think much of it. Still, after a while I thought… damn that’s a hard piece of dog candy. I hope he does not hurt himself. So, I walked out to make sure he did not hurt himself only to find him chewing a way on a remote. Happy as pie.

He killed the remote.

So, we do not have a remote to our TV set. We have one for the digital cable TV receiver… so now, the next ten days or so, we have to haul our asses out of the sofa and change on the set, old school style. I’m not a fan of old school style.

I know this is a luxury problem but none the less; a problem! But like Camilla says. This might give us time to start studying.

Crap.