Ah, how quickly I become blasé (is that the right accented e?). Monday number two of semi-employment is just another
weekend coming to a crashing halt. I’d do something about this spiritual complacency if I could be bothered.

I was pulling for the Colts in the Super Bowl, but my level of emotional investment was low. Nil, perhaps or something close to it. Peyton seems
like a class act, although I’ve heard he’s the quintessential Dumb Jock. In a league of Owenses and Belicheats, I’ll take it. New Orleans winning one hardly broke my heart. That city has deffo had more than its share of bullshit to deal with. I hope it can survive the utter lack of productivity coming upon its economy. How long does a citywide hangover last, anyway?

Wooga told me a while ago she was
planning a trip to the Woodburn outlets and asked if I wanted to come along. Yeah, why not? I could look at the Pearl Izumi store and maybe get her to eat some fast food. Accomplished both goals. I win! But greatest win came via the North Face store. As previously mentioned on Twitter I picked up a fleece liner for my goretex jacket. Can’t wear my Yelp hoodie at work, sadly, and the goretex itself is a bit bulky. So I grabbed a gray (mushroom gray, apparently, in girl colors) lightweight windproofish fleece. When I saw it was 35 this morning I was really glad for that. Clutch timing on that trip, Wooga. WTG. I’ve been basically wearing two coats for years. Lately it’s been my Yelp hoodie and a windbreaker. It’s kind of a Thing now to grab my jacket and not have to make sure the innards don’t fall out, or to hang it up and not have the outer part slide off. Progress, baby. Now if only my fuck up field will leave these extra zippers alone.