We are back to full steam, just in time for the work week. Humph.
After four days of stubbly growth and stinky socks I decided to roll out the door and up to a friends where we ate greasy buffalo wings and some strange dip, drank lots of coffee, and participated in taunting -- lots and and lots of taunting.
Never a big sports fan I bought into the tradition of the "Super Bowl" simple to make sure I had not lost all social skills. I heard myths that four days without people can drive some to insanity. Don't believe the hype.
I found myself leaving the confines of my friends' home around half-time. I got back to my own place, had enough time to let my dog out, and then get comfortable before the second half began. I sat with my pants unbuttoned and my belly full. I ran text message commentary for three of my friends until the end. Never knew the baby Jesus was into blessing Super Bowl champs. Does he approve of capitalism and Prince? Huh.
Other than that, being sick reminded me I can be pretty okay with just being alone today for the most part. I kind of like it, especially when I hit one of those work week funks where I look at the thermometer, it says 2 degrees at noon, and just wanted to sleep in.
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