For AF

Thank you for rubbing my shoulders. Thank you for giving me half an hour of gentleness and hugs, and even a cookie. Thank you for extending your hospitality late at night and then tossing me out before midnight for my own good.

Thank you for being warm and generous with the time you have so little of for yourself. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

No Media

I just finished reading last Sunday's Post. Well, almost.

My already tenuous hold on pop culture is about to snap altogether. I haven't watched an actual television show from start to finish in 2 weeks. I have barely read at all (a few pages of a book each night before falling into a coma). I have managed to see two movies (Chicago and Adaptation), but that's it.

I can't possibly keep up with my blog reading either. I subscribe to (cringe) 72 RSS feeds, of which maybe half are news that I don't feel obliged to look at every day. The rest are sites that I've been trying to follow on a daily basis. But it's just too much. It takes me several hours just to visit the ones that have updated. And there are probably a dozen without RSS feeds that I check on daily.

Rumor has it that there was a State of the Union address last night. I saw something about it in today's paper (I have the evening shift tonight, so I actually read the paper ~ or some of it), and I may have glimpsed a bit of it on the bar TV while I was refilling orders for Rusty Nails made with Glenlivet. Ordinarily, I would have watched the whole thing, had oodles of opinions, and hashed it over at length with friends. I've climbed aboard the Ignoramus Train and I'm heading to Know-Nothingville. I'm afraid the level of my conversation is about to plummet.

"Would you care for some bread while you wait for your entrees?"

The horror, the horror.