Puppy Bowl Coming

Good boy. Good girl.

Couldn’t care a hoot about violent sports in crammed stadiums (had to do that attendance performance in one of my jobs…hard to bear…while I was throwing up pregnant with a demanding day job then an infant at home).

Overfed humans staring at huge television screens, stuffed and screaming. Roman Colosseum. Not a good look.

Late today my loud neighbors will be louder.

Enjoy the quiet for a while. They’ll be hollering then eventually pass out.

But thanks George Harrison (whom I might stream, good idea for me today to try to keep out the neighbors’ yelling). “All things must pass”.

Read and write while I can.

Back to sports.

Now pickle ball…I’ve never played…sounds civilized and very fun. Very different from the spectacle today.

Tennis. I played, middling, but no champ. Racquetball, I was good. Triathlon, not first place but solid finisher. Very different from the spectacle today.

Baseball I will love forever. One of my personal superstitions is the number three. Baseball is all about threes.

And then back again. Puppies. Team Ruff and Team Fluff. Adorable. All adoptable from shelters.

Puppies jump for joy.

Pretty nice winter day here. Sunny, mid-thirties, no snow, no ice, no freezing rain. Spring is inching closer.

I’m doing the sit up straight, don’t slump, stretch the knee, elliptical, chair yoga, eat some yogurt, some soup, some salad, notes on my wall. Take blood pressure. Mine is pretty low, watch it. That note too.

But Puppy Bowl. Make the weekend better.