Shut up, voices, or I'll poke you with a Q-tip again.

Another beautiful day in the Valley of the Sun. Bright sun, mid-70's, just a wisp of a breeze, and humidity in the very low teens.
I got an email this morning from the people who bought our house in Michigan. He asked if we ever had heating bills in the $400 range. I responded yes, but only in the winter months.
Can't say I miss that at all.

Tomorrow is the big day. The Cardinals are still given no realistic chance to win the game, but the sports pundits all hedge on their predictions because they all had the Cardinals eliminated in the first post-season game, never mind the second and third.
Lots of enthusiasm here for tomorrow's game, but not like you'd see in Pittsburgh, or most other NFL cities if their teams were in the Super Bowl. Most people here came from somewhere else and their first loyalty is to their hometown team - the Packers, the Vikings, the Bears. And the Cardinals have only been in the Phoenix area for 20 years, so even many of the natives didn't grow up rooting for this team.
The Cardinals started out in Chicago, then moved to St. Louis before coming here. It is the oldest continuously operating team in the NFL, dating back to 1898.

I hope Federer wins tomorrow's match against Nadal in the men's final of the Australian Open. If Federer does win it will tie him with Pete Sampras for the most major wins at 14 each.

I had to make a trip into town this morning and took Gerta - our longest expedition to date. Each time we go out I learn more about what needs work. The speedo needle bobs up and down and the cable makes noise. I'll find it from the back side and lubricate it, and if that doesn't fix it I'll have to replace the cable. The odometer shows 36,700 miles, but it only registers five digits. I'm sure it's at least 136,700 and that first number could easily be a 2. So a balky speedo cable is no surprise.
I've done some reading in the shop manual I ordered and learned that the total capacity for crankcase oil is 2.5 liters, which works out to about 5 pints. My motorcycle takes 4 quarts.

Tomorrow in Foundations we're going to go quickly through the five OT poetic books. I had hoped to get started on them last week but we ran out of time. Getting all five done tomorrow will mean moving at a pretty good clip, but that's OK.

At this point on Saturday night it's time to pack up things for tomorrow morning and hit the hay. The preacher needs his rest!