Last night, I watched “live” TV with my husband, Lindsay. Our DVR is dead. We are stuck viewing whatever happens to be on at the moment while waiting for the replacement box to be delivered. (More first world problems.)
Isn’t it strange? As kids, our only choice was live TV. You had to be home at a specific time to watch a specific show on one of three networks (four, if you counted PBS). And you had to watch the commercials.
At any rate, scrolling through the on-screen TV guide, we looked for a