I don't watch much TV. These days, the odd baseball game and the Euro tournament, but usually just ball games. In the winter, I barely turn it on. I could live without it easily, but my mother in law is an addict, so we keep it for her.
Someday, there will be a version of The Price is Right that has fish as the subject.
Today, while I get groceries, I'll rethink my 120 gallon. I don't like the decor, and need to change it. The set up seems to be steering the fish into one area, and the Corys are too secretive. It needs some sand added, and some changes in the planting. I'll probably wait til low tide and take a shoulder bag down to the beach, and see what the Atlantic has to offer by way of interesting rocks. Every storm replenishes the 'store' with the high tides of the Bay of Fundy to help. Imagine being a rock in a murky tidal bay, spending 10,000 years underwater, and popping up into the air only to end up in a big tetra tank. Such is life.
After a warm week, it's cool out there, and the fog is really thick. I can't even see the water, but the foghorns are sounding from all the ships on. That's the call to water change for me.