I think I have a working new TV.  It arrived yesterday in a nice big carton that I managed to get into the elevator of my apartment building.  Rather than take a chance on installing it myself (which was supposed to be easy), I had Comcast send someone. 

The new TV was working when the adorable, Turkish-born repairman left my apartment a few minutes ago. I’m almost afraid to try it, but if by chance it doesn’t work, he did give me his direct number.

I’ve had a lot of, shall I say, “start-up issues” since my apartment building was doomed, now almost two years ago, but somehow, this feels like the beginning of really settling in.

At last.