Nothing to report

Well, not much happened this past week. I sat, stood, lay, and walked (a little) waiting for the meds I'm on to get me ready for one more (construction language) surgery. It is scheduled for February 3rd, one day after that rolly polly groundhog informs us winter is over (or not).

I have read three books, that I can promise you, I would not have ever read if I had anything else to do. I have watched football with America's newest and biggest fan. Nothing occupies time better than explaining why tackling is not holding and holding is not tackling. It's not that I haven't learned a little about the ins and out of football. I can tell you whose uniforms just don't quite look right in the late afternoon shadows. I know who should be kicked out of the game because he was mean to the other team's players. (Sometimes she's right.)