First, it’s cold and gross outside, and I’m just plumb sick of it. I know you are, too. (Except for you readers in Arizona, and I know you’ll get yours come July when the asphalt melts to your shoes.)
Second, the President is in town today, which should be good for morale and fantastic for Savannah’s public relations, but has proved quite sucky for anyone attempting to traverse the Hostess City in anything less than six hours.
Lastly, I am one of the hundreds of thousands of my fellow unemployed Americans whose government benefits dried up over the weekend because someone gave Senator Jim Bunning a wedgie.
I’m not exactly shocked, and frankly, it was a lovely, luxurious 26 weeks that my hustling freelancy tushie had never experienced in 15-odd years of supporting myself. So it’s back to the usual hardscrabble for this Yenta, but the frigid air and locked-up traffic aren’t doing much for my motivation.
Think I’ll snuggle up in this T-shirt from Zazzle.com and watch the soaps until the dignitaries split and the sun comes out.