Rah. Rah.

It's days like today that I wish I could find the love for sports. Any sport, really. But, today would probably have been a nice day to like baseball. There I was, all tired and bleary-eyed, wondering if I was going to make it through the day. And I was surrounded by lots of other tired and bleary-eyed people who differed from me in this one crucial way:


They looked happy about being tired and bleary-eyed.


It seems that the Red Sox (Maine's team by default) won something last night. I'm unclear on the details since, as I mentioned earlier, I am not a fan or even someone who follows sports in general. But it was apparently rather impressive and the kind of thing that goes on for hours and hours into the night. There were frequent comments throughout the course of the day that led me to believe they beat the entire World! And that they did it by taking on teams throughout the World one at a time...sort of in a Series or something. I dunno... It's all beyond me. I'm assuming that this big win involved curing some dreadful disease, racing across fire and juggling aggressive wombats. While traveling the world.


Which is, now that I think of it, rather impressive. I should probably start thinking about following baseball more closely. I'd really like to see how those wombats make out during the process...


I was not one of the lucky tired ones today. No. I was just a regular tired sort of person who wandered through the day in a fog. At one point, I thought it was a real fog, but then I realized that my glasses were dirty. Cleaning them was probably something of a judgement error as this allowed me to see more clearly and realize that I was, indeed, at work. And that one glance in the mirror at my lovely Monday Face was not a pretty thing to see through clear lenses.


The tiredness-that-was-not-the-happy-kind raged on and made this afternoon's workout rather horrible. On the plus side, I was able to knit a bit on the Chevron Scarf as I rode my little bike to nowhere and this cheered me considerably. Almost enough for me to stop seeing that boo-boo that is becoming more clear now that I've cleaned the glasses and all. Still, I think it's good enough and I'll just make sure that it goes to a non-knitter who can be easily convinced that this is how it was supposed to look. That thought perked me up considerably.


Maybe not as much as if I'd stayed up to watch that World Series Wombat Juggling...but still a perker-upper!



SA