My spouse is in the next room, watching the final episode of Letterman.
It's likely the first episode he's watched in five years.
And yet. We feel compelled. To witness, and to be part of something bigger than ourselves. We know it will be a cultural touchstone, at least for the lunch hour tomorrow, or at a weekend picnic.
I'd be in there as well, but I'm still fighting this bug.
Perhaps I'll watch the recording tomorrow.