Another snowy Sunday morning. A very light gray sky and very large white feathery flakes of snow, the kind that comes down heavily and piles up quickly and shovels easily, light and fluffy. The trees look pretty. It’s going to snow for a few more hours, I think. Then it’ll warm up enough tomorrow and Tuesday to melt some of it, before the real winter weather hits again, just in time for the holiday weekend.
The Super Bowl is later today. I don’t care at all about any wintertime professional sporting event that doesn’t involve pucks and skates and ice. I do like the parties, though. We almost always go to a Super Bowl party, but well, you know. It’s the ‘rona. It’s always the ‘rona. We’ll watch the game and eat snacks and rank the commercials, and we’ll wait for next year. Just like everything else in 2020 and now early 2021, nearly 365 days in. There’s always next year.
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