It is such a sunny day here today. Incredible. Blue skies for as far as the eye can see.

Which is a blessing, since I have to leave here soon to drive back to the hospital and say goodbye to my client.

She never made it to rehab. She took a really bad turn over the weekend and is now in the hospice ward, unresponsive and dying.

I mostly want to go pay respects to her husband today. I’m glad I got to see her the other day, when she was perfectly alert and looking so vibrant — even though she was attached to all those machines.

But, as you know, I have been very conflicted about this whole thing because I knew for a fact that she did not want to go on living. So, even though I will really miss her, I’m also glad that she and God seem to have worked it out.

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Well, that Super Bowl game was weird.

I haven’t seen even part of a Super Bowl game in about 30 years, and now that everything on TV is shot in that super-saturated digital color, it doesn’t look or feel the same to me.

[How it used to look when I would watch it with my dad — the Cleveland Browns in 1965:]

And the half-time show was unbelievably bizarre.

I get that it was a White Hat psyop from start to finish, but it was still just weird to watch. I gave up after the half-time weirdness, even though the Eagles were winning.

Some of those commercials were amazing, though. The one with John Denver’s “Take Me Home Country Roads” that celebrated family and leaving the big cities for the country and a more meaningful life. And the one that celebrated fathers. The one where Johnny Cash was singing about Jesus. The one where the NFL players were helping to protect and uplift children, in all walks of life.

Wow, right? I had tears in my eyes a couple of times.

The only commercial I really detested was the one with all those bouncing, happy tits (!!!) only to promote the fear of breast cancer.

Anyway.

Well, my dad is gone. So the football thing is over for me, I guess. And I did hear from Wayne, that he and one of his buddies were indeed going to watch the Super Bowl in that apartment on West End Avenue, just like they’ve done for over 30 years. So that felt kind of nice.

Otherwise, like I’m doing in so many other things in life, it’s time to move on from the Super Bowl.

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Okay, I gotta scoot.

Enjoy your Monday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visitng.

I love you guys. See ya!

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What I will likely listen to while driving the backroads to town….