Sunday, February 01, 2009

Super Bowl Sunday



I'm not saying that it is a sign of things to come, but I heard two cardinals singing this morning–––one near, one far––when I took the dogs out.

Jack Ridl will be so upset if Pittsburgh doesn't win.

I went to the store this morning and got everything we need to make tacos. We are ready for the game, whatever the result.

And, mirabile dictu––it is already 35 degrees out this morning (F). As Liam said, "Spring is walking to our house."

2 Comments:

Blogger Poet in Residence said...

Thanks for visiting my blog. Your sonnets at 4 a.m. looks very interesting. The title is intriguing.
I'll call back as soon as I have time for a good mooch.
Best bardic wishes,
Gwilym

12:37 PM  
Blogger Keith said...

I like it. I like it a lot.

Let's go Cardinals.

1:17 PM  

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