Home Again, Home Again

It only took something as insignificant as a predicted ice storm in Nashville to keep us from leaving our cocoon in Tunica on Tuesday, as planned. We opted to wait until Wednesday, after an overnight snowfall left everything frozen white. Actually the roads were fine and the traffic was a little lighter than usual, so it was an easy trip home. As for the poker tournaments, not one of us did any good. But the slots were a different story. They were as loose as I've ever seen them. I have Sam's Town to thank for the buy-in's to all of my tournaments. Unfortunately, I didn't cash in any of them. But there's always next time. (Music to Ron's ears.) That's the thing with poker players. We always have to be looking ahead to the next poker tournament or we're just not happy. (Hello? Gamblers Anonymous?)

The scratchy throat I had for three days before the trip turned into a full-out chest cold on Saturday. That made for a fun time. I was coughing and hacking and blowing my nose all week-end. But by Monday, it was barely a dribble. Then I came home, and it seemed to re-boot. I think it's the dry air inside the house. That's unfortunate, 'cause inside the house is where I want to be. More specifically, on the couch, watching t.v. More specifically, watching the Australian Open. Or maybe a poker tournament. (For the placebo effect.)