Stef is home. The semester is over and she’s abandoned the dorm for free laundry service, home cooked meals, quiet surroundings and no 4:00 AM fire drills.
For the next few months, the DVR will be filled with shows whose names are unfamiliar to me. They are not ‘talent’ driven, but mainly reality shows on channels I seldom watch. None of the participants is old enough (or lacking in vanity enough) to have graying hair or facial wrinkles.
It will be a summer of sculpted six packs and supple breasts, the latter flanked by exposed flesh. There’s nothing I can say in this sentence that won’t make me sound old, so I’ll pass.
A generational shift in viewing has taken place As a broadcaster, I know it.
I got out of bed around 1:00 PM and began to head downstairs when Helaine poked her head from the laundry room. She gave me a “shhhhh.” Stef was asleep on the sofa downstairs.
It is quite possible one member of the Fox family will be asleep at any given moment through September. Steffie and I are both world class competitors.