All Things Profane and Sacred

The week is off to a slow start. I went dragonboating on Saturday in the pouring rain and cold. I think I'll like the sport better once my arms are built up a bit and when the heavens are not pouring upon me. Until then, its sore back muscles, legs and arms. Sunday saw some people over for the superbowl, but since we loaded a few too many super bowls, I don't have the sharpest recolection of it, beyond the bickering between opposing factions. Yesterday was sunny and beautiful, so I sat on the porch with HG, drank 40s, played dominos and listened to Johnny Cash while the lazy dogs basked. Another white trash holiday.