Tough night again for the Cats; lost to Vandy in Nashville. A game we could’ve won, should’ve won. But we fell short in the final couple of minutes, couldn’t hold on to the ball. We come out strong each half, then we struggle in the late minutes. Hard to figure.

Went over and roughhoused with the grandsons for a couple of hours, and the game disappointment faded. Good therapy. Those guys live in their own little universe, and it’s fun to join them for a while. Then they wear you out.

I’m watching the delayed recording of the golf tourney at Torrey Pines. Gorgeous views, tough golf course. Normally I’d be there. All things considered, pretty sure I’ll spend next January in Socal. The weather the last two weeks has been brutal. A 60-70 degree temperature difference, and The Farmers Open in Socal. Not a hard decision. Well…until I consider the grandson factor.

Changing subjects. I looked at a unique house in southern Indiana yesterday. Never seen anything quite like it, the entire house was a work of art. It wasn’t practical, but man, was it beautiful. And I was impressed by the topography and woodlands in southern IN. Worth a look down the road.