It was the Sunday before the SuperBowl. This was a Sunday with no football. Yeah, there was the Pro Bowl but come on, really, that’s not football. I didn’t want to watch that. What to do?

The USA Network came to the rescue. They ran a 12 hour NCIS marathon. Starting with the very first episode, one I was sure I’d never seen, at 11 AM and running till 11 PM.

Debbie and I watched the entire thing from start to finish.

We decided we didn’t want to go out and deal with anyone that day. We just wanted to hunker down together and not face the world.

The Archdiocese of Louisville has Mass On The Air every Sunday at 10:30 AM. We decided to go to church on TV.

This turned out to be much like going to church at church. Mass On The Air has a rotating cast of characters; the priest, deacon, choir and participants from several local churches tape the shows ahead of time for airing on Sunday mornings. They usually tape two Masses back-to-back on Wednesday evening. As luck would have it our priest and parishioners were the ones on TV this particular Sunday.

So we watched Mass on TV with Father Bill. My little sister Ann was even singing in the choir.

At the end of the televised Mass we switched to the NCIS marathon on USA.

I’m not sure why we still watch this show. Autopsies are a regular part of the show. It gets a bit, shall we say… uncomfortable, watching these scenes. I can’t help thinking, “They did that to my kid.” I don’t like the thought. But still we watch the show every week and we usually have on any marathons that get aired on the weekend.

I think the show brings back nice memories for Debbie. While Richard was still in high school and living at home, they used to watch NCIS together.

So we just spent the day… all of the day… sitting together on the couch watching TV.

The truth is I’d like to spend every day like that. It’s really tiring going out into the world, putting on the game face and acting like the world isn’t spinning off it’s axis.

It was a nice day.