February 04, 2005

Too long

A long week, and one last day to get through after what promises to be another long night. The six year old has been under the weather all week with a nasty bug of some sort -- ear aches, tummy troubles, fevers and chills -- which alters the mood of the whole household. Instead of our morning walk to his bus stop and our evening horseplay and readings of Lemony Snicket (we've just about done with The Austere Academy), it's temperature taking and medicine administering and blanket bundling. Even the cat seems depressed.

I'm looking forward to the weekend -- to watching Battlestar Galactica (yes, I'm still watching it, but I'm deeply disappointed in it; in a recent episode, the powers that be decided it was better to negotiate with terrorists rather than to ask civilians to take some responsibility and risk for their survival -- 'we will shirk every burden'), to renting a good movie (probably the Grudge -- it's been a long time since my wife and I have watched a really scary movie), and hoping, of course, that the six year old is well enough, if not for karate, at least for some wrestling, horseplay and Lemony Snicket...

As for the football game, I am a longtime Eagles fan (and Philadelphia sports fan). I watched the Broad Street Bullies clinch their first Stanley Cup, saw the magical moment when Tug McGraw leapt into the air in 1980 as the Phillies won the series, rejoiced in Dr. J's and Moses Malone's Sixers finally beating the Celtics and the Lakers...yes, nothing would make me happier than seeing the Eagles beat the Patriots. Here is where the big but should appear, but oddly enough, over the last week I've started feeling like the Eagles will end up winning. I don't know why -- New England is a formidable opponent, a well-coached team, the sort of team I would root for if, say, they were playing the Vikings or the Falcons or even the Packers. This is just my totally impressionistic feeling -- worth absolutely nothing (i.e. -- don't bet the house), but I have this vague feeling that this is the Eagles' year. If I'm wrong, well, we'll get 'em next year...

Posted by Ideofact at February 4, 2005 12:35 AM

Nothing worse than a sick bub. Many prayers for the little one's recovery from Oz!

Posted by: Maryam at February 4, 2005 07:03 AM


This morning he seemed quite a bit better, but we decided to keep him home anyway. There's some kind of nasty bug going around, and some of his friends are well into their second week of missed school days.

Posted by: Bill at February 4, 2005 09:59 AM