Monday, Monday

I think the winter doldrums are setting in. I honestly have nothing to write about. It was -2 degrees when I woke up this morning. Who wants to leave the house when it's that cold?

M. and I watched the game by ourselves yesterday - we usually do. H. went to bed at half time, so I missed the whole Janet Jackson/Justin Timberlake stunt, which I am now thoroughly sick of hearing about, so I have no further comment. Other than that the streaker guy at the start of the second half is getting no air time because of it.

We hardly did anything this weekend - we didn't even rent a movie. I think it's time to plan a weekend getaway or atleast some sort of activity to break out of this rut.

Is this a depressing entry or what? Sorry it's so lame. Hopefully I'll be more cheerful tomorrow.