Too little, too late
More than seven hours have gone by since the start of the afternoon’s diversion. Too bad the other fellas let the “old fella” down.
Football; the final drive to get berths in the next Superbowl. The Colts were an obvious choice, even if I can’t always remember what city they’re really from. Sadly, the Viking-Saints battle ended with an overtime field goal, and Brett Favre won’t be going to the “big game”.
I tried to avoid making this into a couch Sunday, but what to do? I mean, by the time a season gets to this point, there is real talent on the field. It’s not for naught that the second game went into a second game. Coin toss and all. There were other channels with valuable content: I now understand the process for making tofu. Still don’t plan to include it in my diet. The documentary dealing with the wiles of the shoplifter proved that honesty is the best policy (even if many people can’t avoid the five-finger discount plan).
There was even the DaVinci Code, but I’m not willing to spend a Sunday evening touring the nether reaches of churches. Elsewhere, my musical ear was solicited, as the Weather Channel people consider the merits of new theme music. Please, leave it alone. That way, I don’t have to think (or hum along) as I wait for red screens. In passing, we’ve got one right now; chance of freezing rain through the night accompanied with high winds. Typical January messy.
Now I’ll go and read for a few pages, in mental preparation for another day, another week, another burst of professional productivity.
