Remind me next year to give up something a little less trying for Lent. Before long I will be pounding an entire six of cane-sugar Dr Pepper and that will be just fine. Who knows, I might even fire up one of the cigars…
Meanwhile, Vandy is back at #1 in the baseball polls. Omaha? Maybe? Ever since I disowned my undergrad alma mater, the Dores have done a good job of picking up the slack. I am very pleased with this.
We’re starting the evaluation process for a TV upgrade – it’s time to join the 21st century. However, this is more complicated than it sounds – it’s not just HDTV, but a new DVR, a new DVD player, probably some speakers, and definitely an AppleTV – and there will have to be some sort of accommodation with DirecTV. And that ain’t hay. Given the process that went into picking my new car, it will be a low-grade miracle if I wind up with a new TV before the analog switchoff.
If the wife gets the week of Christmas off, I’m tempted to make another run to New Orleans. (By way of Mobile and Biloxi, of course, to keep peace in the family. The wife needs more amusement than can be provided by just pounding Sazeracs at Jean Laffite’s Blacksmith Shop.)