As a sort of duty I went into town today with nothing intent except to watch a football game with my dad at his house. The home team, the Denver Bronco lost to the Pittsburgh Steelers. A miserable game with only a faint flourish of hopeful plays toward the end.
I still have a bit of a weird rumble in my gut. I don’t know what from, but I’m a little depressed at other things. I need to get dental work done, specifically a filling replaced, and I don’t know where to start. I mention it to my mother and she tells me she that she has a family discount card that I can use. It’s not insurance, just a discount.
My nephew has adopted a small puppy. She’s black with white tips, and has obviously been played rough with by human hands already, and so it bites when petted.It’s yet another “Pit Bull” type dog. Has no one in the family heard of Cocker Spaniels or less brutal breeds? He’s on the computer in the back room playing video games with no shirt on, comes to the table at lunch half-naked, then complains of being cold.
I give call to my brother whose son is in the hospital with pneumonia. The boy has broken fever. They expect that he may return home in a couple more days.
I gather my laundry up and head for home about 8PM. The Celtic show comes on and I seem to cheer up a bit with “Scotland the Brave” playing about the time I hit the on ramp to the southbound.
