Well, that brings this week to a close, folks. I don’t know how many others are dragging from the Super Bowl aftermath, but this Philly girl is emotionally worn out.
Between the build-up and the letdown, I’m ready for a quiet, mundane weekend. I don’t want any excitement for 48 hours come Saturday and Sunday. The word “Boring” sits well with me. Yes, I live the life of a Philadelphia Eagles fan, and although I understand that we never know which team shows up to play, whether it’s the Phillies, Flyers, Sixers, or Eagles, somehow I get sucked into the madness. Now that the most recent upset has come and gone, I will, fingers crossed, get a small hiatus until Philly’s opening day. 
April 6, 2023, will be here before we know it, and then I will be “Dancing On My Own.”
