D is watching the Super Bowl so, of course, I am keeping him company. During the first part of the half-time show, I wryly said to him that I almost missed the old shows that consisted of marching bands. At least I didn't have to worry about understanding a song whose lyrics I couldn't even hear. No sooner had I said that than they showed - maybe one minute or two? - clips of past shows that gave me something to feed my nostalgic longing for past entertainment.
Then there was the Jeep advertisement. Now that was pure pleasure; those photographs were stunning!
And the game? Hmmm. Well. Yes, there was a game.
Let's see; I looked through Willyne Hammerstein's Millefiori Quilts book and tried to figure out if I had chosen the correct fabrics for "Pasacaglia", the one I plan to attempt (not English paper-pieced but hand-pieced instead), did some work on the jigsaw puzzle, read a book (Sally Green's Half Wild, the YA fantasy sequel to Half-Bad which I read last year), ate some shrimp and cheese, played some Hearts and solitaire, and am now writing my blog.
And the second half just started.
What will I do now?