John Krasinski and three other younger guys have arrived at my house. They pass by the windows on the deck to the side door. It's 3:30 on Sunday, and they've come to watch the Super Bowl, which I was supposed to have set up to watch, using YouTube or whatever, but I didn't do it. Uh-oh, I'll have to set that up quick, it's time for the game to start.

(In real life, this coming Sunday is Amber's birthday, and also Super Bowl, and I've told the adults that are coming that I will put the game on. I am planning to get a free YouTube trial, but I believe the trial only lasts for a week, so I have to wait before trying it).