Football. Does it seem like players are getting injured more easily these days? The football of yore seemed more warrior-like. Now our players get to have little dances of jubilation when they do their jobs. Sacked the QB, tackled the receiver, made a touchdown? It’s your job. We don’t need a pose to honor it. By the way, I don’t care if San Francisco wins. I just like looking at Jimmy Garoppolo.
Coughing. If you’re in public and you cough repeatedly, you risk being labeled a criminally-intent-virus transmitting person. Looks of admonition and stares of, “How could you be out in public with that cough?” There is no more “common” cold.
Carpet. Do you get what you really like? No. You do not get white carpet, you get a dirt-tone version of what you like. You know that you will not keep it as clean as you think. You also know there will be inevitable wine (red) mishaps a white carpet will remember. You can have the white carpet in your dreams.
It was an interesting weekend. Let’s leave it at that.