Jerry Ford’s cozy little cottage in Colorado is up for sale, if anybody’s interested. It’s only listed at $13 million, and from the photos, it looks like pretty nice digs. Makes me wonder what Jerry did for a living, though, to afford a place like that. I mean, wasn’t he a congressman for, like, ever, before he got the gig as Nixon’s VP (thanks to Spiro Agnew being a criminal)? And then he got to be President for a little while. Doesn’t seem like those jobs pay enough. But I suppose he wrote a book or something.

For the most part, I don’t mind winter. In fact, I dislike the real hot weather a lot more than I do the cold stuff (there aren’t any bugs, you can actually do stuff without sweating to death, and the snow covers everything up, so you don’t have to worry about complying with what your neighbors consider an acceptable level of lawn care). But now we’re getting toward the end of February, and, while it’s staying lighter a little bit longer, it still gets dark depressingly early. We’re right around our average with 85 inches of snow so far, but, statistically speaking, we’re due another 40 inches or so before it’s all over. Not a big deal, but I’m at the age where I feel it all in my bones (and in my joints).

Speaking of bones and joints, I really wish they’d allow medical marijuana dispensaries here in the Empire State. That would definitely take the edge off things, and a couple cookies before bedtime would help me sleep. Oh well, the government knows best, I guess.

It was a pretty stress-free weekend here (though not a very productive one, as I accomplished pretty much nothing). SU didn’t play a hoops game, so there was nothing much to anguish over (though lacrosse season started, with the men winning once, and the women winning twice). Now, though, it’s back to work.