Yesterday I did nothing out of the ordinary in terms of low impact-ness: just walked, worked, took the stairs, ate leftovers for lunch and joined my friends for our weekly Monday night dinner. I am getting used to the quietness of the unplugged TV and to eating dinner at the dinner table instead of hunched over the coffee table, watching Seinfeld reruns for the nineteen millionth time. I told Albert he could plug the TV back in to watch The Daily Show if he wanted, but we were doing other things at eleven so we didn't bother. I didn't feel like anything was missing, so I guess I'm not a TV addict after all. See, I thought so: I can quit anytime I want!