I’m a little surprised that no one has left a comment on my last post yet, because that seems like the kind of thing people might have opinions about. Hmm.

It’s really cold here tonight. I don’t want to turn on my electric heating, ‘cuz it’s really expensive. But I might have to. It’s breezy and clear and colder than a welldigger’s monkey’s nuts. Or something. And I can’t find my sweatshirts – not even the old one with the cartoon characters – so they must be put away, high up in the closet. I’ll get ‘em tomorrow, when I don’t need them anymore. Mean time, I’m sitting here at the computer, wearing sweat pants, an old polo shirt, and a bath robe.

What are you wearing? Wait, don’t answer that.

That was a disappointing ending tonight, between Fresno State and Reno. The Valley boys put up a good fight, but it wasn’t meant to be. And just like last week, seems like turnovers and penalties played a big part in it. Didn’t see my (2nd) cousin in the game; hence, I suppose, the outcome. He has bruised ribs from getting hit in the USC game last week, but at Thanksgiving he was pretty confident of getting in the game tonight. … Maybe I just missed him. … It’s gonna be a long bus ride back to Fresno, I’m sure.

Hang in there kids, even a bad night of losing a game in college beats the hell out of life in the real world. Somebody stop me before I start quoting A.E. Housman.