The 49ers are going to the Super Bowl for the third time in my adult life.
I do remember the niners winning in the eighties; at least a couple of them. Probably the last two times. And then again in ‘94; I remember that one more clearly. But as an adult? In the era post-Montana and Young? We’re 0-2 so far, and so, soooo many years in between of being absolutely terrible. Well, we get another crack at it in two weeks. A rematch of our last super bowl loss—we’re playing Patty Mahomes and the Chiefs. I hope we can get it done this time. We. Shall. See.
I got my ass out of bed this morning. Didn’t write much, but I did it. And I’m going to do it all this week. Even if I’m so wiped out it means I come back to bed for a bit. Doesn’t matter. Need to make getting up and out the habit again after letting that slip over the past few weeks.
Sigh.
It’s getting close to a year since Coco passed. I can feel that date looming, bringing me back to that time, how horrible it was. I miss you so much, baby girl. And I’m so thankful for Joy, having you in my life. She’s right next to me right now. And Coopey, too, down further in the bed. He was such a sweetie today. Wanted to be up on the couch with me while I watched football. Joy, too.
Anyway…a good weekend. Sigh. Thankfully. I played music today again as well, that was really nice. I really, really would love to figure out how to put that into each day during the week, but during this time period, with it getting dark so early, ie – I have to walk the dogs so early and then I’m always hungry after I walk the dogs, which triggers me into nighttime shutdown, ie- I just don’t have the energy to play…it’s hard. But, it’s been good on the weekend at least. I have some REALLY good music. Really, really good music.
Night night.