On Any Given Monday

And now a word about the Super Bowl. Niiiiice. Do you belive that catch? Now when Denver goes 19 - 0 next year they won't have to share that greatest ever title with New England.

RTGFKAR is constructing a pathway made of pored concrete blocks that have chips of colored tile placed in them. Looks good. The pathway is going to wend its way down the path - which is why it is cleverly called a pathway - and into what is now a field of coffee trees. (Some people call the trees bushes, but I don't like to say bush without an expletive before the word.) Eventually, when we are old and gray...okay, when we are old and a yet to be determined color, we will have fruit trees and ah, other stuff down there. You'll have to ask RTGFKAR and Woowoo about those as they're not my department. For now I am relegated to removing coffee and getting out of the way.

Woowoo Chuck has not been feeling well of late and has taken to reading RTGFKAR's pile of Sci Fi books. I don't know if the two things are related - being sick and reading Sci Fi - but she's going through them like a kid through a bag of MnM's. She was cheered yesterday, as she is every Sunday, by a morning filled with political talk shows. While I was taking credit for coining Obama-ination and Obama's-nation she came up with the topper. "He's McCain but not able." Nice.

As for old "Doak", he's writing some fiction again so these carved in stone factual blogs will appear somewhat less frequent.(ly)

And now, while the sun is doing its "I'm a big yellow orb that you can't look directly at or you'll hurt your eyes" thing overhead, I think I'll go chop down some coffee goddamn bushes.

Ciao.