TV-less in La La Land I am. When I mention this to casual acquaintances, I get a look of sympathy greater than the look I received during my first two winters on my own as a teenager when work mates or...write. Nah. I could square dance with my cat, I suppose. Nah, Frank is sleeping, dreaming of biting me, I'm sure, and I can't disturb him. Oh, wait. He woke up. Let me get the Hee Haw music playing....