Where's the clicker? Not here

I'm starting week 4 of my TV-less experiment. My record is one month -- June, 1995, in Chicago -- one month before the heat wave there that killed about a thousand people. Of course, then the Internet was not as advanced, but there was also never a shortage of things to do in the big city.

Me, I'm trying to recover blocks of time that had eroded away in front of TV. I haven't really missed television, although my living room now seems rather poorly laid out and has no sense of purpose.

I have no set time goal here except to complete a month without turning my TV on. (I even kept it off the two nights I was out-of-town and camped in a hotel last week.) I'm starting to see the benefits, although I'm still digging out of projects and haven't yet found long hours to spend reading, writing, sketching or hiking. But I have more time, and I'm tackling those projects. I can see the light.

Can I go a winter without TV? The answer is a definite maybe.