Some talk of spending the afternoon looking at furniture on the West Side. We need a new dining table, so it's got to be done. Still, looking at furniture is not among the tasks I look forward to. Maybe the dining table will present itself within the first twenty minutes and we can spend the rest of the time dancing and singing. Seems unlikely.
I of course ended up watching some of the Royal Wedding, despite making no effort to do so. Much like the NFL Draft. It's something I would never care about ordinarily, but which, through the mass efforts of a large portion of society, I've somehow come to care about. ESPN's relentless plugging of their own coverage of the draft is done, I know, to help their ratings. In three weeks--maybe three days--no one will care who picked who in the third round. Still I found myself watching for almost an hour yesterday, enduring the loathsome Mel Kiper just so I could learn where various people I've never heard of and don't care about will end up playing football. Very odd.
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