Sunday, November 28, 2010
It got cold in the night and my pillows were freezing and that made me happier than a chocolate dip cone from the Tastee Freeze used to do back in the day.
FSU beat University of Florida last night in the game of football. I can almost feel the waves of happiness shooting across the land from the west and the simmering pissed-offedness being sent from the southeast. They converge here, those dueling emotions and neutralize out.
I don't give a shit.
Lots of people do, believe me. They probably danced in the streets of Tallahassee last night. I am thinking about my former yoga teacher and how she and her husband were such die-hard Gator fans and even decorated their Christmas tree with Gator ornaments and yet, they were such believing Catholics, too.
I have always said that the team-gene and the religion-gene go hand-in-hand and I don't have either.
That's just the way it is.
I don't think those guys on the field give a shit about me or whether I watch the game and I don't think that Jesus died for my sins, either. At least I hope not.
Well, it's Sunday. It's chilly and bright as a new dime and my knee is, if not perfectly fine, then at least pretty darn good. I am missing my walks. It would be a perfect day to walk down to the creek but I don't think that would be wise at all. I don't know. Where's the line between healing and muscle atrophy?
Wish I knew. Wish I knew a lot of things. For one, what to make for breakfast.
Hell's bells, all we've done in the past four days is eat and now it's time to eat again.
Happy Sunday, y'all.