If I had done anything today other than sitting around reading and watching TV, there would have been only one reason for it. I would have done it so I would have something more interesting to write about than sitting around reading and watching TV (which Iím going to try not to write about).
I thought about it. I thought about cleaning house (another scintillating topic for a journal entry). I thought about going through the rest of my election ballot, so that I can mail it off tomorrow, also, but then I decided to wait another day. Thereís no World Series game tomorrow, so Iíll have a little more time for politics.
The World Series didnít use to last until almost November. But then, it didnít use to be played by teams like the Red Sox, who didnít even win their division title. And it didnít use to be played at night, not even one game, much less all of them. I remember listening to it at school on a transistor radio, back in the day. Iím not saying it was better, but it was.
Whatís better now than it was then is that I can spend a Sunday lying around doing nothing more strenuous than laundry, nothing more mentally engaging than counting up my wins in the football pool (not enough, as usual), and nothing at all to advance the cause of civilization.