It was an unusually nice winter day here in Michigan. Sixty five degrees in mid-March. The golfers, dog walkers and window shoppers were out in force.
Being a contrarian, rather than get out and enjoy the reprieve from the late winter doldrums, I stayed indoors. I'm cagy like that.
I didn't even play poker. I did log on to a couple sites, though it was just to cash out. I also read a book that was at least tangentially about poker ("Jonny Magic and the Card Shark Kids"), but otherwise I just did a few projects around the house and the usual Saturday errands. I even napped for a couple hours. I rule.
Why am I boring you with this, you ask?
No reason. I have a blog, which means that I feel like I have both a license and an obligation to drop several dozen mostly meaningless words on my ever-dwindling readership.
Oh, and that book? Not outstanding, but a good read nonetheless. It won't be finding a permanent home on my shelf (I got it from the library). I'd recommend it for a flight to Vegas, or maybe as something to park in the crapper to be taken in one chapter at a time. It won't change your life, but you didn't need me to tell you that.