2021-0113 Wednesday.
I dozed off watching Pacers at Warriors last night. I had been excited that my U.K. Wildcats were playing in a time slot that I could view, so I put their game on screen while the kids played. Amos and Montgomery ran around acting like dragon hunters and the Wildcats ran around acting like a high school team against the Crimson Tide of Alabama. Perhaps the Tide were still high from their football program's seventh national title or, perhaps, it was Kentucky's irresponsible spacing and defense, but my Wildcats looked pedestrian against their opponent. I consoled myself with Mayfare's surprising queries about reading the Bible and what it means to know God.
NBA TV was running the NBA game in San Francisco and I have Steph Curry on one fantasy team, and Turner and Sabonis in another league. It was late in the second quarter when I turned it on and the score was pretty close. This occurred around the hour that I would usually take the dogs out walking. We had a fierce rainstorm for several hours roll through Portland yesterday. My dogs took a look out of the open door and promptly pissed in my living room. I cleaned up the mess made from my petulant pets and tried to finish watching the game, but, as I mentioned, the spirit was willing but the flesh was dog-tired. This is bakesHere.
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That was a great read.