My bedroom TV stopped working three days ago. The remote control would not energize it nor would the push button switch on top of it. The TV was dead, dead, dead and I could not resurrect it. I was in despair; a bedroom TV is my blankie. If I didn’t have the flu, I would have bought a new one today.
I just went into my bedroom to take an ibuprophen; our little white fluffy dog was lying on my bed, napping.
I just noticed that while he was repairing the TV he changed some of the channel numbers; what used to be MT-TV is now the CWM channel. The TV guide channel has been relocated, and I don’t know what happened to the National Geographic channel. The Discovery channel is apparently just gone.
So, he not only repaired the TV, he has given me a valuable lesson in not taking things for granted. Just because something has always been in a certain place doesn’t mean that it always will be there.
I’ve given that hypothesis a lot of thought since you posted it a few minutes ago and I can only conclude that he is not of this world; your idea makes as much sense as any other.