On Sunday, something rare happened to me. As I awoke, the clock read 1:09. If my eyes opened at this time any other Sunday over the previous five months, I would've jumped out of bed furiously scrambling for belongings and the TV remote. This Sunday marked the first since the second weekend of September without an NFL football game.
I love commercials for dating websites. I know I shouldn't because it's dorky, but I do. They're always the same: a profile of a couple (usually with at least one attractive member) staring into each other's eyes, getting wrapped up in a soft blanket or sweater and laughing.