Heh. I'd HOPED to have an entry a day for a while, and "a while" means "more than just the first eight days of 2016," but I flaked on posting here yesterday. And no, back-dating an entry wouldn't count.
So. A weekend not complicated by snow and ice being dumped on it. Also a bright-skied Sunday, so today I did a few minutes of sunbathing. Meaning I stood outside of the house and held out my bare arms, especially the insides of each arm which gets less light. (It helps, both having plenty of sun today and knowing each day is getting overall brighter...)
Before that, on Saturday, I did my monthly reasonably-deep cleaning of a room in the house (either the kitchen or the main bathroom, depending on the month; this month it's the bathroom), and treated myself afterwards at Big-Ass Sandwiches. Because Brian and Lisa are longtime metal fans, their special until today was "No Voices In the Sky," to pay tribute to Motörhead's late Lemmy Kilmeister. Their sandwich: smoked pork chop and Gouda cheese, homemade Jack Daniels whiskey sauce, and grilled onions, with fries either in the sandwich (as I had it) or on the side. I also got to visit both Lisa and Brian, who were both at the shop. It had been a while since I'd seen them.
After that, I was in a mood to wander, but in warmth since it was getting colder out, so I walked the few blocks from Big-Ass Sandwiches to the 60th Ave./North Mount Tabor MAX station. I'd decided to take whichever eastbound train showed up first and ride it for a bit. Had it been the Green Line, I'd've ridden back to near my neighborhood; had it been the Blue, I'd've gone some of the way towards or all the way to Gresham. Since it was the Red, I went to the airport. I visit airports sometimes just to visit them; been doing that since I lived near Dulles Airport near D.C., and PDX is a comforting airport to visit. I sat and read, because no, I wasn't going to take an impromptu flight...but hey, now that sounds kind of fun...
Chiefs-Texans was more involving than its 30-0 score would make you think.
I saw the last quarter of Steelers-Bengals at Big-Ass Sandwiches, updating Lisa since she can't see the restaurant TV from the kitchen. (By the way, I really like that BAS won't ever have the TV on just to have it on, unlike so many (too many) restaurants and bars...) We were both rooting for the Bengals, mainly due to not liking the Steelers -- seriously, about the only person I liked on the team was Troy Polamalu, and he's retired -- and oh, we were really hopeful that the Bengals would keep that sudden lead at the end. Except the Bengals screwed themselves with first not getting that two-point conversion, then penalty-playing the Steelers to within distance of getting a field goal that the Steelers indeed got. Oh, well.
Seattle Seahawks-Minnesota Vikings: LUCKY WINS COUNT THE SAME AS WELL-PLAYED WINS. But a well-played win (not reliant on the Vikings' poor Blair Walsh shanking that field goal left of the uprights) would've felt better.
But that kick did give us this:
Washington-Green Bay: I was kind of a 'Skins-fan-by-osmosis during the late 80s when I lived in Northern Virginia, and an actual following fan in the 1991-92 season, the one they ended by winning the Super Bowl for (so far) the last time. I've wanted to follow/ root for them again, but owner Dan Snyder's tone-deafness and jerkiness are the big reasons I don't. (Former owner Jack Kent Cooke was a jerk, but he was more fun.) Meanwhile, while I'm not a fan of the Green Bay Packers, I respect them. So I feel OK about Green Bay handily winning this...and I'll hope Washington becomes a team I feel OK about again. (Broken-record time: THEY NEED A NEW NAME. I honestly still kind of like "Washington Red Tails"...)
I feel superstitious enough that I will make no predictions of where the playoffs go from here. 'Course, I'm lousy at predictions anyway.
I am, however, looking forward to George R.R. Martin's thoughts on this weekend's games and his predictions, now that he's reached the stage of "my favorite teams aren't in the running, so I can just enjoy good games as good games..."