David's getting all ready for the NFL draft. His homemade egg/tuna salad has been made, an annual tradition, and he's all dressed and anxious for the draft. I cannot understand why he can get so excited over something like this, but that's okay. I just nod my head and try to understand as best as I can. He was even nice enough to make me a plain ol' batch of egg salad, minus the tuna. Yum. He's now staked out in front of the tv watching the pre-draft coverage. As for me, I'll probably find myself on the couch with one of my new books. I started Julie Andrew's "Home" last night. So far so good. Left the draft begin.