Not that I really needed to, but tonight I decided to have a fire in the fireplace. The family room is almost too warm, and the rest of the house is fine. I'm not complaining.
I'm watching the Seahawks/Panthers game--not because I'm a fan of either team, but because my son (a military policeman at nearby Joint Base Lewis-McChord) is working "alcohol enforcement" at that game. Imagine, 18 years old and getting to go to an NFL home playoff game--and for the defending Super Bowl champions, no less! I'd say that's pretty cool.
No, I'm quite sure I won't see him on TV, but I like seeing the game knowing he's there.