There are certain marital duties and responsibilities that every husband must fulfill. Today, I fulfilled one of the more important ones. I spent most of this morning sitting on the sofa next to my wife and watching the royal wedding of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle on TV.
At her direction, last night before we went to bed, I set the DVR to start recording at around 3 am local time in order to make sure that it recorded not only the wedding ceremony itself, but all of the pre-wedding pomp and circumstance, as well as the post-wedding festivities.
Once we woke up this morning, I accompanied my wife as she sat, transfixed, taking it all in. We had our morning coffee on the sofa. I excused myself to prepare breakfast for the two of us so that she wouldn’t miss a hat or a dress. I brought our breakfast meals into the living room because eating in the dining room would have been too much of a distraction.
And I have to admit, I enjoyed watching the whole megillah. It served as a very satisfactory — even entertaining — diversion from the day-to-day reality of the real world in which we commoners live. I put down my phone, didn’t read my newsfeed, didn’t read the newspaper, and, for a while, anyway, I didn’t think about our imbecile of a president, gun violence in American schools (and all across America), the state of the world, the erosion of democratic principles in our country, and the destruction of our planet.
So I want to thank Harry and Meghan for permitting me a few hours of non-political R&R and a brief respite from the craziness that is swirling around us all.
And, of course, I want to thank my wife for making me do it.