My sleep cycle is all outta whack again, (as it is known to get in times of stress). And as such, I have found myself awake and cooking eggs at 3 AM. (Not something I have done since my days as a collegiate booze hound.)
I don't think it's any secret that TV execs save their "best programming," (I use that term loosely, because TV these days is utter crap,) for the prime time hours, and not for the wee hours of the morning.
And since I have no boxes in which to pack anything, I can't get a jump on my packing. And so I am left to a myriad of bad infomercials, (though I do derive some pleasure from catching the old familliar infomercial on the spanish channel... Don't ask me why, I think spanish infomercials are hilarious,) the odd early 90's sitcom, and cable-in-the-classroom documentaries of long-dead presidents or an hour long documentary on how pork fat was a deciding factor in World War II or something equally odd. It's either that or watch re-airings of that pompous windbag Bill O'Reilly blabbing about whatever he thinks he has the franchise on today... Personally I'd rather watch the weather channel... At least the weather channel folks know something about what they are talking about and are backed up with actual facts!
Out of desperation, I even watched a little blip about Calvin Coolidge having an electric contraption to simulate the sensation of riding a horse... And now I know that if the mood struck him of an evening, he would ride in the evenings before bed wearing nothing but his underwear... Why this is something that needed to be documented and disseminated is beyond me... But now I know it, so that's that.