Tom is Away

messing around with my new Droid phone. Hopefully one of the things it does is write syllabi.

cooking the now-traditional Christmas prime rib. The garlic smell is strong enough to ward off all vampires within a five mile radius.

making Christmas happen.

cooling off after missing the delivery of a gift, then tracking the mail truck and flagging down the femail man for my package.

I’m pretty confident this is a satire (I hope it is, anyway), but, man, is it funny (in a sad, sad way)

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last minute scrambling.

a text message from Mike:

“The Dallas Galleria has 4 parking garages, 4 stories, and an ice skating rink, but no bookstore. Sometimes life makes me sad.”

reckless prediction: the Eagles lose only one more game the rest of the year (but it’s in the second round of the playoffs).

i don’t understand why they keep plowing my street several times a day. It’s been clear since Sunday afternoon.

i pretty much never want to read my book again.

5 NF books expected in the mail today; impossible to read them all by tomorrow?

effort to drive to the mall thwarted by maybe the worst traffic I’ve ever seen. Back from driving in a 2-hour circle. Not a fun day.

I can’t believe the Eagles have a legitimate chance to get a playoff bye

“How did someone so fat and stupid get on TV?” - a text from Durkin, presumably about Tony Siragusa.

biggest difference between the Eagles from September-October and now (and they’re like a different team, right?): offensive line play. Night and day.

how is it that the mounds of shoveled snow at the Linc are smaller than the ones outside my house? Where are they putting all of it?

there’s no way it’s worth the effort, but I think this snow has given me a golden opportunity to test the dogs’ intelligence via a snow maze.

immersing myself in creative nonfiction while waiting for the games to start

2 1/2 hours of shoveling is plenty for this morning. i’ll dig my car out tomorrow.

digging more tunnels for the dogs.