This week was just so very…very.

It snowed here, I finally got my dishwasher replaced (fuck me, does going 2 weeks without a dishwasher reveal just how soft I am, even by WASP standards), did my annual “justify your existence” review, etc.

And today…fuck shit to look forward to.  At least with Dyche out, I can watch Toffees/Trashbirds, while I curse how fat and creaky I am trying to get in some exercise bike time (footy is perfect for that, no ads but your attention can drift a bit when needed).  Then…nothing.

Two games tomorrow, one solely on mute.  I think Birds/Bills would be kind of fun (those two fan bases put the “fun” back into “functional alcoholic” – turn ’em loose in the French Quarter!), so we’ll get the opposite.  Ugh.

Beyond that, really not much to be said.  Just waiting for the day that the Black Maria shows up at Hippo’s door.