Morning ... Mourning

I'm not sure if the British spell morning with an added "u" or not, but this past Monday morning was Monday "mourning" for me.  I was speechless.  I walked around muttering, "Uggghhhh"  Shelly didn't notice anything different till much later in the day when I was still muttering.  The 49ers lost the Super Bowl.  How?  I have no idea.  

I've been refraining from updating the blog because you don't want to change anything in your routine when your team is this close to a championship.  I wore the same shirt and pants during the playoff run.  The boys had to sit in the same position during the games (with Max in a very uncomfortable position lying down with his feet by Charlie's face ... er ... with Charlie in an uncomfortable position with Max's feet in his face).

The 49ers lost.  It happens.  We move on.

We're doing well.  

Speaking of the British ... I just saw a picture of Tim Lincecum / Patrick Fleischer with a new haircut as he addressed the media before heading to Spring Training next week (see below):