After spending most of the day watching Michigan win (barely) and Penn State win (handily), the wife and I rode out the rest of the terrible weather by getting a pizza and idly flipping through channels. Eventually, God knows how, we landed on some show that seemed devoted to depicting the lives of hypothetical animals that might exist in the far future, after humans have all died off. The particular segment concerned these hamster-like creatures (descended from birds, though... pay attention, there will be a quiz later) that were trying to have their mating season, except they had to do it while these other bat-type things tried to swoop down and eat them. And it suddenly dawned on me that I was spending my Saturday night watching one kind of fictional animal hump while hoping it wouldn't get scarfed by another fictional animal.
I know people say that when you have a kid, all your free time just goes away; but honestly, what am I really giving up?
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