Sunday, swollen Sunday. Woke up. Legs looked like Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade balloons.
Water retention at maximum. WTF? Feet hurt. Short of breath. Struggled. Sigh.
Got up. Put on pro football. Lord the Chicago Bears are hard to watch. Even when they win, it feels like they lost.
Cowboys at Patriots. Love Tom Brady just to troll Brady haters. Like Cowboys because friend Paul is a ‘Boys fan.
Both teams mediocre. Patriots slightly less. Sunday Night Football will fix it. Green Bay at San Francisco.
Oh. Green Bay is awful. 49ers defense crushes. Don’t care about 49ers. Joe Montana is long gone.
Packers fans overwhelm. Too much stock ownership and ticket waiting list talk. I’m on the waiting list for Taylor Swift tickets. You don’t see me talking about it all the time.
So, usually pleased with Packers loss. Enough Aaron Rodgers in insurance commercials.
Real joys of Sunday: “Rick and Morty” and “Watchmen.”
Can’t name a show that has made me laugh harder and ore consistently than “Rick and Morty.”
Rick zinger this week: “Every breath I take without your permission raises my self esteem.” Damn right.
“Watchmen” takes place after the comic. Not affiliated with movie, which was good, too.
Jean Smart slays. She chews up scenery like Pac-Man in a period factory.
That joke only works if you’re from the 1980s and you can think. So most won’t get it.
Back to swollen legs. Mom 2.0 asks about salt. Probably too much. Messaged doctor about water pill.
Guess I can burn calories walking to the bathroom every 15 minutes. Sigh.
Said before, by me: Age is a series of increasing indignities ultimately resulting in death.
I just hope I’ve trimmed my ear hair when they find my corpse.
Hmm. This post. Edgy. Funny, to me at least. Tomorrow I talk on public radio about kindness.
Often wonder how kindness and humor mingle. Maybe they don’t. Lots of cruelty hidden in humor. Anger drives much comedy.
There’s always Jim Gaffigan. Donuts drive his comedy.
Been glum of late. Depressed? A bit. Why? Can’t say. Free-floating sadness.
Modify Mister Rogers: “What do you do with the sad that you feel?”
Answer: “Rick and Morty.”
With love and hope, dpf