Skyrim, mostly.  That was the main time-sucker for the 4-day weekend.

Of course, it’s one thing to get immersed in playing an Elder Scrolls RPG (that’s role-playing game, not rocket-propelled grenade).  But what I did was watch the brother and nephew-in-law play.  God only knows how addicted I’ll get if I ever dare pick up a controller.  Fifteen or twenty hours would be spent just staring at the loading screens.

But why shouldn’t I eat, drink, and play merry? America is a goner.  Sure, it’d be wiser to do emergency preparedness than gaming.  I should convert time and money into food, water, guns, and supplies.  But my apathy cleverly counters,

“Eh.”