Levy Trail Loop

I walked the Levy Trail Loop this evening in 34:42 as a warmup for a full night of NFL football watching. The next five nights will feature, for me (unless someone nearly freakishly cute moves into dead Tom's house), my final analysis for the Democrat Football Leauge draft set for noon next Tuesday. Most teams play their projected starters through at least the first half of these Week 3 preseason games. I will watch every play, a tradition made easy over the past few seasons by nfl.com and enhanced by the Roku device I bought two falls ago.
As I watch, I will sit in my enormously comfortable, disintegrating recliner, and enjoy the aroma of slow-cooked ribs drifting in from my kitchen. I accidentally watched a rib video on utube a few days ago, so I'm going with a new dry rub to which I very hesitantly added a bit of brown sugar. Also, as recommended by the video, I peeled off the membrane and sliced the wrack into individual ribs before I put them in the oven, both for the first time. I hope to taste the result in a couple of hours or so. Of course, they smell like heaven.
I checked the internet today to see that indeed those big, ridiculous, Harry Caray-style women's sunglasses are not high on any search for women's sunglasses for sale. I do, however, frequently see them on women in the greater Little Rock metropolitan area and in photographs on Facebook. Sometimes it takes me a while to notice those sorts of things. For instance, it was years before I figured out that those one-size-fits-all truck-stop hats had become a cool thing for pretty women to wear. Please forgive my ignorance. Nevertheless, all those women from five years ago are gonna get fucking laughed at along with the millions of big-beard boys.