Why do I find the tv comforting?

As I lie on the couch, sick at home instead of out of town with the rest of the family, I listen to music and read. That’s what I’ve done all day, except for taking the dog to the vet and giving him a bath. But I always have the tv on, even if it’s muted. If the kids wanted to do that, I’d say no. You can only do one activity at a time – either watch tv or play on the computer, not both; I’m sure the tv is not cheap to run.

Yet I can’t help it. If I am logical and turn it off, I will find myself turning it back on ten minutes later. Is it the movement in a dark house? Or is it something else – habit maybe? For some reason, I find it comforting. And I’m not proud of that.