I just realized that in the past two months, I have purchased myself 12 seasons of 4 different television shows.  The next time someone asks if I have TV, I’m going to need to rethink my answer.

Life in the nunnery continues to amuse; today the receptionist tried to convince me her hair dryer picks up radio signals.  Maybe there is such a device, a radio/hair dryer combo (if not, I call it), but you can be sure Sister doesn’t have one.  It reminds me of the time Sarah and Keely’s computer speakers started broadcasting phone calls from the next room, but I’m also pretty sure that’s not what’s going on here.  She just turns on her hair dryer and hears voices.  These are the sorts of people on whom my livelihood depends.