Saturday night our TV died. We left it on for Grady when we left for dinner (it helps him with his German), and when we came home it was no longer on. Tried the remote--dead. Tried the switch--dead. Tried plugging it in elsewhere--dead. Dead, dead, dead. We already feel somewhat disconnected from the world since we don't have internet access at home ($&%# Swisscom...) and since we only have two English channels on our TV (CNN and CNBC), but even with German TV we feel a little link with the world. Sunday evening it felt like World War III could have started and we would have been blissfully unaware, listening to music and reading and being generally tuned out. Which, come to think of it, is not necessarily the worst thing in the world...