Are we near noon already? How did that happen? I should have known we were near noon, as the street traffic, usually very slow, is now nonexistent. Most everyone is stationed in front of a television, I assume, for the Packers game. I should go shopping. You pretty much have the stores to yourself during Pack games.

So yesterday I pretty much slept all day. I felt like a shit for missing T’s football game, but I tried to make up for the transgression by making Trader Joe’s brownies once I woke in late afternoon. However, I needed an eight by eight pan, but I used a larger one, causing the brownies to run too thin. N declared my brownies “horrible” and said M’s were better. She danced around the kitchen in triumph. I can’t blame her. I would have done the same. Stupid wrong-sized pan. Anyway, the other team kicked T’s team’s ass, but he seemed to still have fun, so no worries. He and M settled in to watch 17 Again while S and N played and/or watched Animal Channel. I cleaned a bit but felt weak enough to skip working out. Later I drove to the office and worked from 7-9 or so, listening to loud techno and knocking out paperwork at a furious rate. Brett emailed me to let me know he was in his office, too, but I declined his offer to go drinking and returned home by 10 after a quick Borders scouting trip. I read some Russo and crashed by eleven.

This morning N and I hit the donut shop just after dawn. We went with Halloween-themed donuts. Halloween is the best donut holiday, in my eyes, anyway. Then while everyone else took Mack and Pete to the dog park I knocked out thirty minutes on the elliptical to a Weeds episode and lifted weights to ESPN news. T and I loosely talked about doing something (Miniature golf? Rocket shopping?) today but I think he wants to see Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs instead. We’ll see. I want to get out of the house, though. Beautiful day. More later. Have a lovely Sunday.