It’s a gloriously sunny but frigid day here in southern Ontario. I did my Costco run before lunch but still got caught up in the pre-weekend shopping frenzy. Gigantic bags of snack foods, boxes of dips and salsa were clogging the conveyor belt. I wonder if anyone has ever estimated how much junk gets consumed on Super Bowl weekend? I just don’t get the hype. Then again, spending almost a full day watching overpaid ‘athletes’ the size of small cars bashing each other around (a break from wives/girlfriends) doesn’t appeal to me. I sent my sixth draft off to Sam last week after bruising my brain on rewrites for three weeks. But I know it’s a better product than before and that feels good.…

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