The J.V.

I can't tell if the lack of energy that I'm experiencing comes from the operation or the fact that it's so friggin' cold outside.  So much from being battle-hardened from all those winters in Cleveland.  I was able to do the kind of breathing exercises that I remember from twenty years ago:  breath in through the nose and out through the mouth.  The local newscast says that it'll snow tomorrow but then it'll turn to rain.  That tells me enough to not worry about any of the this because it's simply not cold enough.

In spite of the suckiness of the Cleveland Browns, I still root for them.  When I first arrived in Cleveland, they were good.  The routinely made the playoffs and were a real contender.  Maybe I dreamed it all up during one of those blizzards and they've always wallowed in the Factory of Sadness.  Not a wimpy 28F storm, but the kind of blizzard that one can't see past one's frozen nose.  At least I have other teams that I root for (Seahawks, Packers).