Good was done and that helps make my feet, which walked about 10 miles on cement, hurt a lot less.
It's cold in Detroit today. It was cold last night, too, when the Tigers beat Oakland in game 1 of the ALDS series last night. It was a good game, but very sad to watch the A's, Pat Neshek, pitch. I don't know how he had it in him do it after the sudden death of his newborn son this week and the announcers talked about little else when he was on the mound. The entire team wore black patches with his son's initials on their uniforms. Talk about tugging the heart strings! What a terrible thing to happen to brand new parents. I didn't know who to root for and the whole thing almost made me feel guilty that Detroit won. I hope, really hope, he isn't pitching again today. If he is, I might have to watch the game with sound turned off and blinders on. Maybe I could watch only when the Tigers are pitching and I therefore wouldn't need to see Pat Neshek.
As I write this, I take note that the dog is burrowed under two blankets and the furnace has just kicked on. It's definitely a day to wear wool, knit with wool and cover all my wool with more wool. I hope Leo will share his blankets.