Weekend Round-up

It's Valentine's Day. Valentimes! 

I had a dream last night that I was in Washington DC and really needed to help a friend move some musical equipment at 3:00am. I didn't. I was asleep...in my dream. And I found out later that this made my friend really upset. Am I so worried about letting people down? Even in my dreams? 

Amy got me a fantastic V Day present. It's a shirt and a drink holder. They say: "Here's the thing: fuck everyone." It's a My Favorite Murder podcast reference, but she got it for me because of how frustrated I've been in general lately. Mostly frustration with my job. It's hilarious. 

My dad mailed me a gift, too. A book called Draw the Circle: The 40 Day Prayer Challenge. Interestingly, I read the back last night and saw that the writer is a pastor at a church in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of DC. Hence the location in the dream? But the juxtaposition of these two gifts could not be higher comedy, or more stark. Will I do the 40 Day Prayer Challenge? Maybe. I mean, it couldn't hurt, right? But somebody using the argument that something is "biblical" these days is a quick way to turn me off of it. I have to grapple with that, as I still identify as a Christian and someone who does have faith that God is real and Jesus did what is recorded. 

The rest of it? TBD. 

It's 4 degrees with a fresh layer of snow in Fort Collins. Walking in the cold yesterday was really nice. It was especially nice after a couple beers at the Gilded Goat with Amy. 

And finally, the Arsenal! 4-2 over Leeds. Great win. Needed win. Hat trick for Aubamayeng. Saka played really well. Drew two pens but only one was given. Ceballos had a nice game. There could have been a red car against Dallas at the end with a studs up tackle on Auba. Only yellow. Interesting. 

Going to grill steak tonight for the first time in years! Roast some broccoli and cook some butt rolls. It'll be tasty. I hope. 

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