Fricasseed Brain

Because fricassee is a funny sounding word and it accurately describes my brain tonight.

I know that there are plenty of people who think all sports are useless, and I know that there are plenty of people who might be reading this who think “football” should be played with the feet only and a round ball. There are plenty of times that I wonder about my own devotion to my favorite sports teams. But it’s an “addition” that I’m stuck with.

All that having been said, my beloved Kansas City Chiefs, after a 2-14 year last year, today were in the NFL playoffs and looking for their first playoff win in twenty years. Just after halftime they had a 38-10 lead. They then proceeded to collapse (helped by several key injuries during the game, but still…) and lose 45-44.

It was quite the emotional roller coaster. My brain is fried.

Then some mildly odd stuff started happening late this evening on the job search front. With my brain already a little off balance, it’s left me a bit fried. Or fricasseed. It’s late. I’m tired. Add it all up and I keep thinking that there might be a black-and-white Rod Serling just out of sight around the corner, cigarette dangling, ready to do an opening monologue about how the universe is messing with me today.

So have some flower pictures, we haven’t done that in a while. Maybe tomorrow will be less Rod Serling-like.