Once again, a new week begins.  This being Sunday, the Super Bowl is upon us.  To borrow from the guy in that movie, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a ..."  Since I don't have a horse in that race, I will watch because I don't have anything else of import to do, but it isn't a priority if I don't watch it.  I plan to spend some time reading the NY Times, and reading a novel etc.  In other words, for me it just isn't that important.  On the other hand, we are only fifteen fays from the opening of spring, spring training that is.  For me, I always measure the first day of spring as the time when pitchers and catchers report.  With a bit of luck, I will be passing through Boston when the Red Sox are there or Chicago when the Cubs are there.  Either way, the deity will be smiling.  This year, I may have to switch my loyalties to the Tigers, but I highly doubt it.  That would be almost as bad as switching to the White Sox, which will never happen.  What's a mother to do?   Much as I love baseball, I have been a Cubs and Red Sox fan far too long to change now I'm afraid.  Tomorrow, I will be taking the car to one of the local dealers for an oil change which I was gifted by the local letter carrier.  This is their chance to win me to their dealership.  We shall see how it goes.  I wonder if they know how much is riding on this one visit?  I guess it is like a political candidate who opens his mouth only to shoot himself in the foot.  Opportunity only knocks so often, and then you have to be prepared to answer in an appropriate manner.  I can assure that that was the case with the appliance repair debacle.  I doubt that we will ever need the services that their store offers for anything, given the poor quality of their ability to provide timely service on just that one occasion.  Oh well, other things to do toady.  Special mention of the Daytona 500, it is on the 26th of February, and that is also one of the signs of spring, even if it is only taxi cab racing. You know, get in and turn left, mash the gas pedal all the way to the floor.  I know it is harder than it looks, but it still isn't open-wheel racing.   Oh well, tea time again.