Monday Trudge

Lord, I'm so tired

How long can this go on?

-Lee Dorsey, Working in a Coal Mine

Sitting here watching the Bills stink it up again. Josh Allen got married, started hawking cars and pizza and pistachios, and now he's just dreadful. Few men can successfully navigate happiness and success. He's just one of us.

But the real downfall of the Bills is their defense--genuinely gawd awful.

I can't be too sad, however. I mean, it's the Falcons, and we had season tickets during their awful trudge through the early 1970s. And tonight they're wearing their retro uniforms--I had the very same one, a replica anyway, when I was eight.

Yep, this one's all over but the cryin'. To quote Dandy Don Meredith, turn out the lights, the party's over.

Which is fine. P and I are so damned tired right now. On Saturday she fell asleep next to me at the lake at 4:30 in the afternoon, and didn't stir until 6:30 the next morning. I attended two hearings this morning, flew to Spartanburg, attended a Zoom meeting while they were refueling the plane, then flew to PC, all for a one-day mediation tomorrow then flying home Wednesday morning. Then to Texas for Dad's Celebration of Life this weekend, then back to NY, then to Mass for a family event four days later, then back to NY so I can fly back to Florida that weekend for more hearings, then a trial in Charlotte County on 3 November, then an in-person hearing the 10th, then picking a jury on the 17th.

You get the idea. A forty-year-old couldn't keep up. And I haven't been a forty-something since Obama was president.

We're spent, both of us. But here we are.

At least it takes one's mind off the end of western civilization. So there's that.