I’m on break from some sports show on TV.

There are folks who only come to church on Christmas and Easter. They’re not sure what page to be on or where the “S” section is to be found in the hymnal. And I’m okay with it–it takes all kinds.

Well, that’s me and professional sports. I just watch the Superbowl out of some vague obligation that it’s what an American ought to do.

I’m checking the status of Three Imaginary Boys which I’m loading onto M’s computer. Our halftime show thoughts so far are embodied by the title–M’s insight and contribution.

That is all.