Squamloonland

My utter professional sports illiteracy annually causes me to wonder at the way Superbowl Sunday rivals a national holiday.

Body hurts in a good way after idyllic starlight Squam snowshoeing in deep post-blizzard snow.

Newfound kids are now going to be two hours smarter than InterLakes, Plymouth, Winnisquam, Franklin, & Kingswood kids. But less well rested.

Bucket List item #63: Snowshoe. Check. SquamDogs nonplused.

New semester, full of potential in this era of change. Fluent alumni give me renewed hope.

Kind of a funny morning to be listening to a story about global warming. Heh. Heh.

Boy, this Biggest Loser thing really seems to be working.

I am eating a Kung Pao shrimp wrap at Fresh City, taking advantage of the free wi-fi, and feeling very urban.

My favorite oath article is Steven Pinker’s, here. But did Roberts’ gaffe arise from being flustered by Barack’s at the beginning? Hmmm.

So is there a high-speed White House master bedroom switcheroo happening today? What time’s checkout?