We’re watching the Rose Bowl.
The game started out great – Alabama sacked Fernando twice, and Indiana went three and out. But then, everything started going wrong.
I feel like I’ve had too much coffee. Apparently, I care about the outcome.
We just did some dumb stuff, so I stopped watching and came in here to not watch the game. I hear the others in there shouting at the TV.
Something really bad just happened – oh. Ethel tells me that Indiana got a touchdown. So now it’s 10-0. That touchdown was set up by our going for it on 4th and 1, on our own 30 yard line.
This morning, I did a Sweet Spot ride at 100% resistance, so that went well. But I’m still off schedule on the week, because yesterday, after I lifted, I couldn’t do my swim – every single lane was taken at the pool, and they told me that the pool was full for the rest of the day. And today – obviously – it’s closed. So I’ll have to go in tomorrow to get that swim done.
I suppose I’m going to have to actually eat the mojo now – I’m not hungry, though. We have some friends watching the game with us, and they’re eating plenty. They say that it’s not crazy if it works. Well, it doesn’t work anymore 🙂
Okay, I’m going back in the living room now. Might as well live through this. It can’t actually hurt me.
