Pam's Path

This is a good day among those in a college football season. Michigan plays Ohio State at 11 a.m. Central on Fox and Auburn Alabama at 2:30 p.m. on CBS. Both games will make or break each of their participants' seasons. Consequently, irrational passion will walk out of your television, grab your shoulders, and shake the fuck out of you for roughly seven hours.
To warm up, I walked Pam's Path through fog as it turned to cloudless blue sunshine this morning in 1:04:40.
PARAGRAPH OF THE DAY
Rock Allen’s lap is my favorite place. Sure, others come close, and I go to them when Rock’s at work or wherever, or home and particularly restless. Times like those, I like our windowsills, especially the three in the den that overlook the most significant of our four televisions and are pretty much in direct sunlight most of the day. Also, there’s a twin bed in one of our back bedrooms no one has slept on in my twelve years here, and I’ve curled up on it so many times there’s a permanent ring of gray and white fur in the middle of its white, moth-worn cotton bedspread. Furthermore, there’s a rug in the basement bathroom I like a lot. It’s the color and shape of a cartoon turtle and as comfortable as rugs get. Rock almost never goes down there, so game days when he’s constantly up and down to pee or get cans of beer, I head to that bathroom to get out of the way. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t once stepped on me as I napped on that turtle's shaggy back, but I'm here to tell you, when he has the time, there’s nothing better than the security, comfort, and guaranteed warmth of Rock Allen’s lap.