Ouch, my head! MAKE THAT CAT STOP STOMPING AROUND! Hand me a Gatorade, a bottle of Motrin, a revolver, and one bullet.
Naw, I'm just kidding. I'm dog tired, but not at all hungover, with the exception of the general grogginess that comes after six beers and only six hours of sleep (I'm an 8-hour kind of guy). I got up at 7:30 and shoveled out after a huge snow hit, walked to Mass (13 people in attendance), then took care of the rest of the driveway with my wife. I wasn't happy that none of my kids finished the job while I was at Mass, so I announced that they're on snow watch the rest of the day. We're supposed to get seven more inches, so it should work out well.
That's it for today. Football and sleeping call. I hope everyone has a good new year.
