My kitchen television quit working this morning. I was cutting out quilt blocks and watching "Law and Order", and pffffft. No picture. I wasted several minutes checking the cable box and fiddling with the television before I decided it was well and truly broken.
And I missed the end of the program. Now I don't know if the kid was a pathological killer or a poor teenager screwed up by psychiatric drugs. Rats. (I am positively addicted to "Law and Order". I never watched it on the network but now it's in syndication I'm hooked.)
But worst of all, now I have to go television shopping and try to find one small enough to fit in the corner on the kitchen cabinet. Not an easy task.
Little Zenith, why -- oh, why?