The grocery store was a madhouse this morning, the aisles choked with shoppers. You would think a deadly storm was expected. I said to the cashier, “Seems crazy-busy this morning.” “Yeah,” she replied, “The playoffs are this afternoon.” (If she mentioned the sport, I didn’t register it.) “If you hadn’t told me, I never would have known,” I said, truthfully. “Also, Comic Con is in town,” she added, perhaps sizing me up.

I’ll be playing volleyball on a beautiful sunny New Mexico day. Have fun inside, hollering at millionaires, while choking down your favorite poison.