A whole Sunday without football. It stretches on for an eternity. Coming out of football hibernation is sad, but sort of freeing. I now have time to actually notice the five months of housekeeping that has piled up (and contemplate doing something about it). I actually cooked a weeks worth of meals and baked cupcakes.

If only I had cable. Then I could have gotten up at 0-dark-thirty to watch Serena’s comeback and Federer’s continued domination. Or I could have revived my passion for figure skating by watching the U.S. National Championships sans Michelle Kwan and Sasha “I’m gonna be a Hollywood star” Cohen. Once upon a time these were marquee events on network TV.