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 I’m 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. There’s no World Series game tomorrow, so I’ll have a little more time for politics.

The World Series didn’t use to last until almost November. But then, it didn’t use to be played by teams like the Red Sox, who didn’t even win their division title. And it didn’t 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. I’m not saying it was better, but it was.

What’s 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.

Well, almost nothing. I can’t say I did absolutely nothing today, because I did some typing. They faxed so many pages to me yesterday that I shut down and tried to forget about them. But we take over the Kennel a week from tomorrow, and I know some of these things are time-sensitive. The fact that they got to me too late isn’t my fault, but it immediately becomes my responsibility not to turn them around too late. So I did some typing today, but it still didn’t engage my mind or tax my body (except that fractious wrist).