I'm trying something new with the Minnesota Twins.

My interest in baseball has gotten me into trouble at times with my lovely wife. And that trouble has drawn to my attention to the fact that I am obsessed with Twins baseball.

It's not healthy.

A week later, I'm still reaping the benefits of Valentine's Day dinner.

I've eaten watermelon every day since that blessed holiday, on which my darling wife and I dined in the middle of the living room floor. The location is a fairly typical place for us to eat. I often ask her, "Do you want to eat at the table or have a picnic?" Our frequent picnics rarely range outside, but they move from the dining room floor to the floor of the office that holds our Xbox to on top of the oh-so-comfy comforter in the bedroom.