Treading Water Badly
There is this thing called a “Super Bowl” tonight. Apparently, large numbers of huge men in tight pants and ginormous shoulder pads form two teams and run, touch and jump on each other, ostensibly seeking a brown oval ball. This behavior goes on for hours. In the middle of the game, there will be a performance; it typically sucks. When there is a pause in the action, attention shifts to the commercials, which are supposed to be funny but usually end up being too try-hard. And then we all gather around the water cooler at work the next day to recap it. I wonder what the aliens will think of this lame behavior. Fun fact: sports were invented to channel male energy in lieu of battles and wars. Socially-sanctioned fighting is cool!
Usually we watch the Super Bowl so we can feel culturally relevant. I hate football. What a slow, irritating game! Give me hockey or basketball any day. This year since we don’t have cable, we aren’t watching the game. I couldn’t tell you who is playing although I do know that Beyonce, queen of the world, is performing at halftime. And Twitter is keeping me informed. As for us, we’ll be watching Downton Abbey and we might even finish the season because the season 3 DVD arrived last week.
Y’all, last week was rough. Crazy busy at work. Nights flying by as if they were minutes long. Poor Daniel has a nasty abrasion on his neck due to a playground collision and then threw up 10 times on Friday. Thankfully it looks like his tummy trouble was due to congestion and not the flu. I woke up on Saturday with a nasty migraine – the second Saturday in a row. I’m really sensitive to changes in barometric pressure; nice to know my head could be part of the NWS spotter program. Jimmy has had headaches as well. The tummy trouble upended any plans we had for the weekend, and we feel like we finally hit our stride today. And now it’s time to go to bed and prepare for the soul-crushing reality that is Monday. At least we all had much-needed hair cuts. I swear I think I lost weight from having my mane chopped.
May this week give us a chance to breathe.