So—I did. Preliminaries began at 2:00 a.m. PDT. I started with the Washington Post broadcast but switched after a while to BBC because I got so tired of the nonstop babble of vapid commentary, even drowning out the music. The BBC coverage was much more dignified and unobtrusive. I stayed with it until 6 a.m. my time, missing only the balcony part and the flyover at the end.
My son and I texted back and forth through it. That was fun. I also indulged in some inappropriate thoughts; for example, looking at those tens of thousands waiting out there in the rain for hours, and the four thousand marching or riding in procession, I couldn’t help wondering how many of them needed to pee.
By the time King Charles must have been craving his lunch, I wanted some too.
I’m glad I did that, just as I was glad I stayed for the whole royal funeral in September. I was disappointed, though, that there were no red robes and coronets for the lords and no tiaras for the ladies.