I don’t have anything against television. I was grateful for every minute that I watched the World Cup. Peter and I loved the series “Friday Night Lights” and several others. But there is something about watching alone that I don’t like, even with a whole bowl of popcorn that I don't have to share.
One night between Christmas and New Year’s, I decided to watch “Two Swimmers,” a film recommended by a friend who knows a lot about movies. I liked it.
I had the whole sofa to myself.
I didn’t like that.