LEFTOVERS AND LEFT OUT

So this is the new year. Huh. Hasn't been so hot for me so far. But who wants to hear about that?

There's still a great chunk of homemade biscotti that my wife made for Christmas. It's gotten so that I can't refer to the Christmas season as the holidays. I'm really getting fed up with trying not to offend. But the biscotti. Wow.

You know if my mother, grandmothers, and wife weren't all such good cooks, I'd probably have a more svelte bod. Or I'd eat out more often and really balloon.

Why do our lousy AZ days reward us at sunset with the best skies? It's almost as if an apology is needed. Spectacular sunups and sundowns, as they used to say in the Old West, are just another great reason to live where we do. Paint brush strokes of dreamsickle orange swept across a blue chiffon sky. That was last night's.

This morning's sunrise was a red low ribbon skimming the palm tree frond tops accentuated by a deep midnight blue holding or pushing up dirty white clouds.

Maybe it's the dome. But my STL Rams looked horrible playing outside in Seattle's cold night air last eve on the Sunday Night Game of the Week. The coaching, yes the officiating, the play really stunk it up leaving the worst of taste for a season that had been such a huge step forward. What a rotten ending. Plus, my fam room tv decided not to allow volume at all. After two hours of fighting with it and calling Cox Commun. my wife and I gave up and went to watch the debacle on our non-HD bedroom tv. Poor babies. Bad portents.

That's about all I care to moan about this morning. Except I have a dentist appointment tomorrow and my cold lingers. As does our cold non-golfing weather for me.

Can 2012 get here soon enough?