On a bright and beautiful morning, I type...

Another week, another struggle of a Monday where I was over-tired due to late-night Sunday NFL viewing, and ended up drinking too much coffee.

So yesterday was a bit of a wash-out and I didn't get round to blogging. Not that there was much to talk about anyway - just a nice, simple, uneventful day of work and then an evening of cooking tea, eating tea, and doing lots of reading to Mathew before bathing him. Sophie bought him a nice little collection of Postman Pat books for Christmas and he absolutely loves them. They're only 10 pages each, and they have a very basic story alongside pictures from the TV show, but he's lapping them up and we read the whole collection at least twice every day. Basically, by now I could recite all 10 stories word for word from memory and could probably draw exact copies of all the pictures, despite having no artistic talent whatsoever.

 

I'll do a quick 49ers-Cowboys game review, just in case any fellow fans sat up as I did to watch the game on Sunday-into-Monday. I didn't enjoy it, quite frankly. After last weeks joyous comeback win in an entertaining match-up, this was a laborious just-get-a-win affair full of silly mistakes and stupid penalties. The last 40 seconds of game time took about 25 minutes in real life and most of that was reviews. American sports have been very clever at adapting their rules to make for entertaining finishes and therefore better broadcasts, but at times it makes it disappointingly unwatchable. Having a play clock that can be stopped by choice or under a large variety of circumstances means that teams always have a chance, even in games where they are several points behind with not long left to play, but it's open to such manipulation from coaches and players that the game can grind to a halt. It also means the last few minutes of a big occasion like this can become about clock-based controversies, ambiguous rules (and individual interpretations of them) and 'can we still win or not?' confusions.

So I didn't enjoy the experience, even though my team won. And now I have to make a tough decision, because our match next week will kick off at 1.15am! Which means I either support my team in possibly their last game until September and end up a frazzled mess all day Monday, or act professionally by going to bed as normal and just read the result when I get up. That's fine if it's a simple game with a clear result, but would be annoying if I missed out on a classic encounter, like last week's game against the Rams. 

It's hard. My insomnia has been kept under control for quite a while now, I'd hate to give it a wake-up prod by deliberately messing up my sleep pattern again. On the other hand, my team have a chance to chase their first Super Bowl win in over 25 years and I'd like to be along for the journey. 

RC 18-1-22