Bleary-eyed, bloodshot and battered

It’s Monday, and I’m tired, and it’s self-inflicted, but it hurts. If I was sensible, I wouldn’t have sat up overnight watching back-to-back NFL play-off games. But it’s a long off-season from February to September, and who wants to miss Packers v Cowboys followed by Chiefs v Steelers? Even when it doesn’t finish til 4am? 
Trouble is, the second game was supposed to be the first but they moved it to avoid a predicted ice storm. By the time the later kick-off was announced I was committed and in the mindset to watch it regardless. So the Gods Of American Weather shall incur my wrath, if I have the energy to fight them. 

RC 16-1-17