Well, that was Sunday

At yesterday’s blood drive, I learned that there’s a point system, where you earn for each donation and can then trade those points in for valuable prizes online. The NY Blood Center sent me an e-mail this morning to confirm this, as well as to thank me for giving blood yesterday. I don’t do it for gifts, which is good, because I’d have to donate more regularly, and probably for several long decades, before I’d earn enough for even the smallest of prizes. I’m at 75 points right now, plus whatever I earned yesterday, and a box of 100 self-sealed business envelopes, for instance — a featured item — is worth 445 points. So it’s going to be a few more hundred thousand pints before I rack up enough points to do any real damage.

Meanwhile, today was pretty uneventful. I went for a short walk, since the weather was still so nice, and I struggled to finish the New York Times crossword puzzle. (I still haven’t, and probably won’t, but I did at least get all the theme answers. I also watched a short British miniseries called Murderland. It was okay, though not at all remarkable, and Robbie Coltrane seems pretty wasted in it, honestly.

I could be watching the Oscars, I suppose — I even have a kind-of pseudo-Oscar pool running with a friend of mine — but our cable company dropped ABC first thing this morning in a contract dispute over money. (Why either of them should be getting money for a broadcast channel I’m not entirely sure, but that’s another story.) I didn’t feel like scouring the web for a shaky, bootleg live feed — which is apparently all there is to be had — and frankly, I didn’t really feel like watching what, from all the Twitter comments I keep getting, is shaping up to be an exceptionally boring show.