Living in the afterglow of turkey, stuffing, unbuckled pants movie-watching, kissing, hugging, and unplugged constipation is a difficult endeavor. On one end, you have things to do. There is constant work. It never ends. On the other end, there are the guts tumbled like Yahtzee, a neverending hangover, gray and full skies masking the sun’s beautiful light. The train needs to get back on the track. I guess that’s what next year is for.
We already watched our football team this week. J.J. Watt caught his big fish. Deshaun Watson is still wonderful. Will Fuller V may be a WR1. And Houston’s defense is forcing the turnovers it couldn’t force the first month of the season. So tomorrow is a an empty day, an infinite day. It’s Josh Allen and Justin Herbert playing dueling banjos, Tom Brady playing the man who has replaced him, and Mike Vrabel leading his men into the mayonnaise capital of the world.
In the meantime, here’s your open thread for the weekend to talk about anything and everything. Old friends, good times, boxed wine.
Enjoy your weekend, everyone.