After the blink of an eye, another Friday has arrived, with just two short weeks until Christmas. An unpleasant trip to the dentist interrupted yesterday’s James Bond Fest of The Spy Who Loved Me (#10 1977) and Moonraker (#11 1979).  Both movies feature “Jaws,” the giant of a man with a mouthful of metal. They seemed appropriate for a dental visit. I also finally got around to making my weekly dinner two days late, a pork tenderloin. My wife remains meatless, so I served her crab. What was supposed to be a week in Kauai turned into blood tests, a crown, and cream corn from a can. 

I spent some time last night writing my latest novel, Tribulations and Trial, while my wife was excited to watch a Broadway special. For the first time in months, we didn’t sit together in front of the TV. Schnauzer Tally was exhausted after a morning at the doggie spa. Her yawns were just another indication of how boring and routine life is these days for our entire family.  I run, write, and watch – seven days a week like clockwork, with an occasional medical appointment. It’s enough to give anyone the Blues. 

Sports will once again occupy my weekend, with little to get excited about. Most of the major northern college rivalries have been cancelled. The south continues to act like there’s little reason to not play games. It’s odd how Covid testing appears to not be as much of a factor in the SEC as it is in the BIG10. It is consoling to know that the first vaccine shipments are due here in the Northwest in a few days. It will be a relief to get this process underway with hopes that restaurants and businesses can then get back on their feet. It’s selfish for me to be worried only about the trivial impact of a few silly games on my life. 

The rain is here to stay in Portland for the next few weeks as is typical this time of year. I was able to avoid the showers on my run this morning. I might wrap a few gifts today to break-up the monotony and brighten my holiday spirits. It’s hard to stay home on a Friday, when it’s always been a day for lunch with friends and talk of sports. Three months will soon pass without a Friday Wild Wing “Leadership Meeting,” that was always the highlight of the week. Instead, I’ll be singing the Friday Blues…with nothin’ to do!