January 10th-11th - 0-0

Tieraney brought up an interesting point last night. We've now been in our new house for a year. We're happy here, we love the new place, but it took me back to a time of heavy anxiety...the type I hadn't felt since I was living with Enfreako in New York, worried that he'd bounce another rent check and I wouldn't be able to afford my apartment. It was harsh, as the dreaded cut-off date on our mortgage grace period loomed. We were still optimistic we'd get the old house sold, but in the back of my mind, I knew things never really work out for me that way. When I sit around and wait for something good to happen, to get my break, it never comes. When I take charge the of the situation to make things work, even if it's not the way I want it to, I get by. So, the two jobs, the 13 hour days, the Saturday mornings, all of which have kept my family fed and sent me to San Francisco.

The flight back was delayed an hour due to heavy snow in Cleveland. The flight was pretty good, but as we were descending, the clouds never seemed to break, and we were heading down forever. I know pilots don't actually need to see a runway to hit it, but when the clouds finally broke and the ground was right there, I found myself a little more nervous than normal.



But, the landing was smooth, and I was soon on my way home...only to find out that my hockey team lost to the Columbus Blue Jackets. Had I not been returning from San Francisco, I would've been at the game, and would've been very upset. This way, I was only mildly upset.

Didn't see the kids until the next morning, but that was good, even if they were more interested in their presents than in me. That's understandable, though. I'm more interested in presents than in myself. The day was fine, but the Pittsburgh Steelers, who I hate only slightly less than strokes and leukemia, beat the San Diego Chargers in the playoffs. God, I hate the Steelers. And their fans. Every single one of them.

So, a safe flight and seeing my family after a week away equals a QB sack for my defense. But a Steelers win and a Wild loss means we were offsides.

Life's Ball: 1st and 5 on their own 43.