Dragging and venting. . .

I was up well past midnight last night watching the Kentucky-Cornell game. Oh, wait, let me rephrase that. I was up late last night watching the Xavier-Kansas State game, with the Kentucky-Cornell score in the upper left hand corner of the screen. After halftime, they never went back to the game, except maybe for a minute. I a) don't understand why they scheduled a game on the East Coast between two Eastern schools (I consider Lexington, Kentucky to be Eastern; it's hard to explain, but old money, horse people, and European royalty at the Kroger feels Eastern to me) to tip off at 10:06 and the game in Salt Lake to start at 9:36, b)don't understand why, in this very stupendous year for our team, and with our huge fanbase (I mean you run into UK graduates EVERYWHERE), they didn't focus on the game more, because it wasn't a rollover, they were within 15 points most of the second half, and, in a tournament, 15 points is not a huge deficit. Not for a team that got to the Sweet Sixteen. Anyway, I'm dragging today. Thank God for hot Krispy Kreme donuts. It's like an energy shot. A warm energy shot.

One of the quilt stores around here is have a fat quarter sale on Sunday. 1.25 per fat quarter, no limit. I'm tempted . . . HTB is going dirt-bike racing, and so I'll be at home, I should probably go.