I woke up to find that the Bears lost their game, and now I too have lost every speck of interest I might have had in the football playoffs. I can't possibly root for the local team, which is allowing two players who have been criminally charged with violence against women to compete as if they're heroes. And none of the other teams from the west have piqued my interest in any way. So I guess I'll be watching the Super Bowl  (if I do) entirely for Bad Bunny.

But in good news it does look as if we'll be seeing an Orioles game in Sarasota! I'm quite excited. I've always wanted to go to a spring training game, and now I am getting my chance.

In other good news, Tom happened to casually mention yesterday that he had today off from work. As far as I can recall, he's never gotten this holiday before, so that was a welcome surprise. Though I myself cannot take the day off (or the whole day, anyway), I am enjoying another slow start before I take the ice-axe to the mountain of editing that is my fate. I slept till 5:30, without interference from the Big Kitten, and now I am comfortably drinking coffee and considering next steps. I ought to clean house (though that's awkward with another person in the way), and I ought to take a walk (though the roads and sidewalks are slick with new snow), and I ought to buckle down and deal with those manuscripts (no excuses there). Yesterday, as planned, I made a big Sunday dinner--roast chicken, mashed potatoes, pan gravy, cranberry relish, peach cobbler--so the refrigerator is packed with useful weekday leftovers. In short, the day feels like a regular Monday but also not like a regular Monday, and I'm not sure how it will end up shaking out. But I do love knowing that T is upstairs sleeping.