I wrote a new song, "Finnegan's Cake."
("Winter Is Fired," by Brandi Ediss, at left.)
Teresa and Nellie and I found a beautiful and spacious apartment we really liked -- cross your fingers.
I broke a nice sweat in the gym, twice. Still felt kinda low.
The Super Bowl came and went. Somebody won.
Bryan graded papers. We had pizza.
The snow fell...and fell some more.
A pattern appeared on Bryan's jeans cuff. I liked the cresting wave of the salt separating from the water in the fabric.
Anyone have a condo in Cancun they'd like to loan me?