Brilliant, Connie.

Who should I root for? Panthers or Broncos? I like both horses and panthers, so I don't know.

It's as good a reason as any, Zen. I'm going to go to the store now because I really want cheese and chili and chips and have none of any of that.

ETA I like both teams and am just rooting for a good game, although I have a few squares in the football pool at work so I guess I will be rooting for those numbers on the scoreboard if they look at all possible.

It seems the Panthers are the underdogs who've never won a Superbowl, so I guess I'm rooting for them.

I am once again confused why none of you love down the block from me so we can hang out on a lazy Sunday. Just sayin.

Of course I am not showered or dressed and am back in bed, but in theory you all would motivate me to deal with my house and self.

Knocked off a couple errands and picked up an 8 pack of bath towels at BigLots. Dropped that, a big bag of cat food and a flat of fishy canned food I bought by accident off at BARCS and had a visit with Andy. He's doing fine, several staff commented on what a sweetie he is. I KNOW. Ahrg, anyway.

Laundering my futon stuff. Really ought to paint...

I'm hoping to have wings for dinner and watch as little as possible of the Big Game. That said, I have to root for Cam Newton and against Peyton Manning.

If you all lived down the road from me (we don't have blocks here) I would be more motivated on a regular basis to get up and deal with my house and self. Especially on a lazy Sunday regular basis.

The only reason I'm not still in bed is, I'm already sore from moving furniture and boxes of books yesterday, and if I stay in bed I won't be able to move tomorrow. My sister was in town yesterday and helped me move a bookshelf and the craft table, and clear out my storage bin so I don't have to pay for that anymore, yay.

Y'all, I've donated/sold so many books, I actually have free space on my bookshelves!

As I was sorting through my library this week, a switch was thrown in my brain, and so very many of the "science for the layman" and fiction books that were all written by Well-Regarded White Male Scholars/Authors suddenly seemed to all be written in the same voice, the voice of a pretentious narrow-minded jackass. I told my sister this and she laughed and agreed, then asked if she could have some of the physics books for her boss, who is the same. Sure. I'm over it. I kept buying and trying to read these books, thinking, I love the subject, I'm smart enough to follow them, why can't I get past the first couple chapters of these books? Finally I know the answer: the books are freaking boring, that's why. I randomly picked up one of Joseph Campbell's books and read part of the preface, written by a man who'd known Campbell, and it was paragraphs of description of Campbell's routine when he would come to stay at his house, how he would take a nap and then take dinner and then there would be drinks and conversation on the patio... he mentioned the naps three times. All in a tone of reverent awe. As if he was so honored and blessed to have been in the presence of the Great Man while he was snoring in the other room, soon to awake to be fed and liquored up and driven wherever he was going. Like, fucking really? There was nothing meaningful, nothing Campbell might have wanted to be remembered for, wasn't even anything about What They Actually Talked About. Which makes me suspect it was less Unconscious Archetypes and more Tits and Ass. I threw the book on the Sell pile. I am just completely over the Deeply Interesting White Male Scholar.

Go you with the cleaning out. A switch flipping is a good thing.

I am pretty reverent about naps, although to so much other people's.

I actually only got out of bed about 5 minutes before I posted. So. Anyway, grocery store was neither crowded nor out of crucial things like chips and chicken wings, so yay.

I'm making good inroads in the house (though still so much to go through). I've given myself till July to find the stuff I want to keep. At that point, a full scale purge straight to trash will occur. I may rent a dumpster and teenagers for labor. At that point, finding a new place and moving will commence.

My god, I'm so looking forward to not sorting and moving stuff. To sitting down somewhere of my own and being done. At which point I expect I'll fall apart for a couple of days.