I’m glad you are doin’ OK! I wish I had time for football too busy building fishing rods.
After suffering through the first few minutes of Fat Guy Football / Magical Mystery Tour NFL Officiating (along with the totally inane babbling from the media "presenters"), I was either growling at the TV set or punching MUTE so often that Grandma came in and told me to go shovel snow or something before I got the cat all in an uproar again. (Three-pound cat does not like it when her serenity is disturbed and will go start brawls with any dog she can locate in retribution.)
So I went in and got our Just-Restored-The-Other-Day internet back into operation.
....can't believe the amount of crap gets collected in your email if you don't sweep and purge the thing at least once a day.
Anyway, the Broncos and Packers are done for this year, so I've about run out of excuses to bother with the TV set again until next fall. (And actually, after watching the game get turned into a contest decided by Who's-Got-The-Most-Players-Weigh-350, I may just take my Old School Football self out of that NFL spectator role altogether.)
Between that and flatly refusing to inflict this Sunday Morning stuff on myself (other than coming here to catch the catcalls), I've got to sit with Grandma and decide how much we really want to bother with the stupid TV anymore. (Or maybe I'll just "forget" to maintain that cable run out to the antenna farm.......) Cripes, the only thing even the Grandkids watch that much is our collection of ancient Disney VHS movies.