Funny how quickly new routines can be broken, how we return, boomerang-like to our narrow comfort zones.
We hunkered down in front of the television last night — still enthralled by our ability to see something more than black space. I looked around for something good to watch, then picked a program.
Basil sat down next to me, picked up the remote and without a word, changed the channel.
And then changed it again, every time an ad appeared.