The Appendix Is Not Neccesary

I have completed War and Peace! All 1247 pages (including the 30-or-so pages of notes)!

I received this bundle of pages, this devastator of the wilderness as a Christmas present. So it took me a little less than 5 months of heaving and hauling it's gargantuan mass from the floor to the bed to the desk to complete the reading.

There's a lot of stuff in this book. Even after you've finished pushing through the four giant "Volumes", there's the Epilogue and the Appendix. The epilogue is a brief treatise in the philosophy of history and free-will. The Appendix is, I guess, like a polite F-you to Tolstoy's contemporary critics.

I read the appendix. Though I was tempted not to, since it was clearly labeled "Appendix" and we all know that the appendix is not necessary. However, I figured that I had already come so far, I could take ten more minutes to complete the book. And boy, you know, I didn't need to do that.

Golf? Yes, Golf.

So this weekend is the Masters golf tournament. It's actually about to wrap up in the next hour or so. I don't know much about golf. I mean, I know Tiger Woods, but I honestly never watch golf.

But for whatever reason, I am finding golf incredibly interesting. I am fascinated by this tournament.

So I find myself not only watching golf, but enjoying it. Craving it. What are the implications of this? Is it a sign that I am getting old?