Zoey is cocooned in the duvet pile at the end of the bed.
I'm going to get up in a bit and make breakfast. History says she'll stay buried for an hour or so unless I decide to make the bed. I probably won't.
Today will definitely be an at home day. I'm ready to finish up Mr. Penumbra's 24 Hour Bookstore. I'll probably join all the bears on the fish bed. From there, I can also enjoy all the noise in the hallway as my neighbors and their friends come and go to Seahawks parties all over the building.
For years and years Seahawks games were noisy outside for an hour or two before each game and fairly quiet inside but starting when they started winning, the action all over picked up considerably. And now we have many condo rules around gameday - not the least of which is, No 12th man/Seahawks flags/banners from your terrace before the morning of game day and all flags must be removed by midnight. Or massive fines. And we hire security. And the building traffic is closely monitored. Football fans are not the kindest, tidiest or most prone to find a proper bathroom.
When I moved in here 22 years ago, the Kingdome - a massive domed stadium - was across the street. The Seahawks and the Mariners played there and both teams sucked. The joke was that if you parked your car and left 2 Seahawks (or Mariners - depending on what season the joke was being told in) tickets on the dashboard, when you got back there would be 4.
Right now I can hear a guy out there yelling 'Need Tickets! Tickets needed!' Even the Mariners had some sellouts this year.
My how times have changed.
Time for me to get up and get doing.