Sunday we watched our Kansas City Chiefs pull another miracle out of their magic hat. What moments of pure joy they've given their fans during this pandemic we're going through. You know they have to be good if they were able to convert a football-hater like me into a true believer!
Every year around August I'd start dreading football season: My defense against boredom during those difficult times was to put headphones on, play classical music to cover up the sounds of football, and read a book. Now, I count the minutes until the next Chiefs game. I've really been hoping I could transfer that feeling over to all football games, but I just can't care about the outcome of a game if the Chiefs aren't in it. Who knows, that may still happen; I'm still just learning how the basic game works.
January and February are my least favorite months, and January will be gone before we know it. I try not to wish my life away, but I just don't deal well with winter any more. It's hard to believe I was milking cows twice a day for much of my life and loving it.
You know what? I'm trying to do a blog entry here, and I have nothing. NOTHING!
I am in a low spot right now, partly because of the election: Trump was ruining our country, and I did want him gone. Unfortunately, that left me voting for Biden, a man I neither admire or trust, but I don't see how things could be any worse than they have been the last four years. It sure leaves a bad taste in my mouth, though.
I'm having bad feelings about tomorrows events, and that's unsettling. I just feel like something is going to happen somewhere in the world. Maybe when tomorrow is behind me, I'll get my mind back on finding a topic for my blog each day.