Stupor Bowl Sunday, AKA "The Tidy Bowl"

I'm the only one in the household not watching It. My elderly mom has been glued to it since 3:30 this afternoon, and my husband's been checking in on its progress periodically. The halftime show, consisting of a hoary ex-Beatle, Paul, the "cute Beatle," trotting out equally hoary tunes from his past incarnations, seemed odd. I suppose it was considered safe, inoffensive, not likely to set off alarums among all those good ole Christians who want their football nice and violent, unadulterated by anything.... DIRTY! Reminds them of the olden days of the coliseums, wherein their forebears were fed to lions.
Running to the gym this afternoon was miserably cold, thudding along in an icy downpour. Going through the machines was a pleasure, as it got me warm again. It's been so grim outside that the usually argumentative cats were forced to cuddle up with one another on a front porch chair to survive.