I think I might be allergic to Indiana. It’s too bad because I really like it here. Every time I’ve walked out of my house the past three days, I am immediately struck with a sinus headache that knocks me out for the rest of the day. Right now is no exception. I should be making dinner for my husband but instead, he’s doing it (he’s cool like that). Of course, dinner might end up being a big plate of nachos. He keeps telling me that he’s going to make us nachos so we can watch the Superbowl.
Watch the Superbowl? Us? Yes,, we’re planning on it (except for an hour devoted to Masterpiece Theater’s conclusion of Emma). It’s kind of unavoidable living here in Indiana. We’re bound to be Colts fans. We’ve watched more professional football this season that ever before. But I still giggle when I hear people say, “Go, Colts!” because I just say in my head, “Steve Holt!” and want to lift up my arms.