Monday, February 3, 2020

Not So Super Sunday

I went across the river to Howard's to watch the Superbowl with him.
The house was rather quiet, since the Saints didn't make the big game and, hence, there was no Superbowl party going on.
Howard was having pain in one of his legs and having difficulty walking. He said he was going to Urgent Care today.
Then, Jacob came and picked me up and we went out to busk.
It was as dead as a typical Sunday, probably because the Saints didn't make it to the big game.
Jacob and I split 16 dollars after playing for very few people.

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