In February or March comes "large item" pick-up day courtesy of the garbage collectors. So the cat-pissed-up sofa in the basement and the cat-pissed-up sofa in the living room are now living on borrowed time. After that we will be like Archie and Edith, me in the recliner and she in her pink chair. The cat-who-pisses-on-sofas hopefully will not change careers and become the cat-who-pisses-on-armchairs.

In other news there is no sense in a grown man tying any part of his mood to the fortunes of a sports team.