As long as I still have bleach

I am pleased, both with the Steelers and with myself.

What did I do for Super Bowl?

Nothing.

Sat home. Had some snacks. Cleaned the upstairs hall. Watched the game.

It was actually quite pleasant. Nobody else to deal with, nobody to argue with, nobody else's taste in television settings or music to deal with.

I knew they'd beat the points spread. Four points was silly. Eleven points made much more sense.

I do still have cleaning to do. There's a persisent spot of cat whiff in the living room that I just can't seem to locate. I patrol with the Febreze, the bleach and the FloorMate, but I just can't seem to nail it. I'll have to bring someone else in as a reality check or something. Triangulation.

As long as they still make bleach, though I should be OK.