Twenty-six

Thanksgiving went pretty well. Good food. Enjoyed spending time with my wife just the two of us.

Football, on the other hand, wasn’t great, especially if you were rooting for one of the home teams.

The Saints were destroyed. On one of the other networks’ pregame shows, they said the Saints have fourteen players out of the game due to an injury.

Starting quarterback, Starting halfback, Reserve halfback, top wide receiver, etc. etc.

They’ll be partying some nights in the Quarter, certainly. It won’t be because of the Saints.

It happens

So, what did I want to write about today?

It’s “Black Friday,” so I guess Christmas shopping is top of mind.

My brother is pretty straightforward. My wife enjoys worrying about her family, etc.. Still not sure what to do for my mother — there’s lots that needs to happen with regards to her relocation.

I don’t know what to get my wife, but I will figure it out.

I would like to send a card to the nurses who took care of my at Georgetown over the past couple of years.

I wish there was a good way to do that doesn’t involve me worrying about the disaster that is the US Postal Service.

My grandfather is pretty straightforward, too.

I’ve been rethinking a bit my leaving-behind of the Space Cowboy, and his shipping Borg.

But I’m trying to enjoy the not working part.

How am I doing? Debatable.

I really don’t know that I have a chance to really go do something just for me. With B.1.1529, which is not Elon Musk’s illegitimate son, is sealing things up again.

So it goes.

Three more days.