I had company today, so I didn't have to watch the Giants' last game alone. It would have been nice to celebrate a win with my nephews here, but at least their presence of made bitter defeat a little easier to accept.
Eric was in town for the weekend and hadn't made a pilgrimage out here to the Fortress yet. Suzanne called to warn me that he was headed my way, not because I needed to do anything special to prepare, but because she knew I was probably doing what I was indeed doing: sitting around in my sweats clicking between the seven morning football games.
I decided to get showered now, instead of putting it off, so that I would at least be dressed when he drove up. I proudly showed him around the house, even though I didn't have anything to do with it except being in the right place and time when it became available. And of course he was impressed. Everyone is. I am, too.
David showed up a while later and the three of us switched between baseball and football (but only between innings, of course) until David had to leave. There was a function at Suzanne's school this afternoon, and he was supposed to be there in charge of the barbecue. Eric had no such responsibilities, and he stayed until the ballgame ended before heading to the school.