I should be opining at length on the contrasting attitudes towards snow across the United States. People are too damn sensitive about the stuff. Maybe a good dose of the Blizzard of 1888 will give them some backbone.
I should probably also note the quadrennial farce that is the Olympic Games, albeit the cold, wintry kind that I like (although Vancouver could use a little more winter). There may have been a mention of the continually “awkward” event that is the two-man luge–flying down a track at 90 miles per hour riding on your partner’s testicles.
I should also mention how Presidents’ Day got stretched into Presidents’ Week. Probably gives time for Bill Clinton to recover from another heart scare.
Or maybe about my upcoming Cuba trip.
I’m just not in the mood. I’m on vacation.
Give me until next week to be a little more loquacious. At least until I’m so bored that I may actually write something useful.