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Go Broncos!

 It was a hard-fought hard-hitting game, but we provided just enough boost from Way South Texas that the Broncos advance to the Super Bowl! Our contribution to the cause involved Broncos poncho wearing, dishes in the kitchen doing, yelling, running, jumping, high-fiving, and swearing.  Judy watched the last part of the game from outside on the deck, looking in at the television, trying to cool down a little.  And good thing for me; I had my neck-helmet on the whole time! We get a chance to do it all again in two weeks.  We were scheduled to be in Houston, on a driving trip to watch Alex’s gymnastics meet on Friday, see some birds north of Houston on Sunday, then travel down to Corpus for a checkup with the neck surgeon on Tuesday.  We decided to scrap everything about that trip except the Alex’s gymnastics part.  We’ll fly back and forth to Houston so we can be home on Sunday for the Super Bowl.  The people at the Houston hotel who would have been our next door neighbors will likely enjoy a quieter stay. Go Broncos!  
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Then and now

 I weigh the same I have weighed all my adult life.  That’s good, right?  As I’ve gotten older, I haven’t put on any weight.  Couldn’t tell that by the mirror though.  What’s up with that? I thought about it. Muscle mass.  I’ve read that men lose five pounds of lean muscle per decade after the age of 40.  I’m three decades past 40.  Let me do the arithmetic.  Oh shit!  I just lost fifteen pounds of muscle and I still weigh the same!  
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It’s Henry’s fault

 We find ourselves sleeping in. We’ve always gotten up at 6:30 or 7:00.  We get up and get about our day. But without Annie now, there is no 6:30 puppy alarm telling us it’s time for us to get up, take the dogs outside, and bring them back in to feed them.  Henry Iron Bladder doesn’t care.  He’ll sleep as long as we do.  It doesn’t matter when he eats either.  Whenever we get around to it is fine with him. Now Judy and I are underperforming and it’s Henry’s fault.