Priorities

I'm sitting here on our upper terrace (after an unsatisfying dinner of chicken and salad) listening to televisions and the cheers of hundreds (maybe thousands) of Euro 2008 fanatics. I couldn't tell you who's playing, but I'm guessing Italy as those are the flags I saw pass me by on the street tonight as I walked Maddie. I suppose I could go downstairs and find the match on our UK satellite. But I prefer to sit outside and find out what's going on in the world via the Drudge Report and Perez Hilton. Priorities.