I had forgotten what I was wearing. The young man at Chik-fil-A asked me if I thought "we" were going to win Sunday against Philadelphia. I started a "huh", then remembered I was wearing a Tony Romo jersey. "Oh," I laughed, "who knows. I'm only wearing this cause I lost a bet."  And I had. But the truth was it was a good day to be wearing a Dallas Cowboys jersey.  

My husband will tell you that my favorite day of the year is the opening day of the NFL season. And my least, the day after Super Bowl. My friends never call on Sundays unless it's an emergency. And then, never while the Cowboys are playing. Some of this fall lifestyle is a love of football. But much of it is love of down time. A dip in stress before the holidays. Ordinary days. When nothing much is planned and even less is expected.

And when something unexpected does happen, you just might have to wear the Romo jersey.