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Well, the football thing is over. You can tell I'm not a fan. Went to work instead of watching the Superbowl. For me it just clogged up the checkout line at Kroger before I had to go to work. The pharmacy tech looked to be over the crowds too. Minor nuisance.

I am glad, however, that Philadelphia won. Besides a major dislike for Belechick and Model and what they did to the Browns back when I paid a bit more attention, Philly was Scotty's team. Wish he had stuck around to be able to see it. Kevin's celebrating for him.




Scotty's kid has a better photo of him somewhere, but I couldn't find it when I wanted it (of course).

Luke is doing really well, would never know he almost died on Monday. William is still not good, calling the doctor as soon as they open. Half his fault, he's not taking the metformin and has convinced himself that that's the cause of his problems. So his sugar goes up and he feels like shit. Then he has a beer to make himself feel better. And he gets worse and has another beer. And round and round it goes, just like Jeff Hanneman before he died. I've seen the pattern too many times. I don't want to think about it.