I have a mysterious itching rash on the side of my leg that has been there for six days. For two weeks, my back feels constantly on the edge of going out and my usual strategies aren’t making any difference. My wife decided she prefers Trader Joe’s whole wheat pizza crust and I don’t like it. A friend who hadn’t seen me in a while exclaimed, “Wow! You’ve gained a lot of weight.” And she was right.
Of course, that’s nothing compared to Rick Santorum telling school shooting survivors to stop expecting others to solve their problems (ie, how dare you suggest legislation for gun control?!) and do something useful, like learn CPR. When their friend is dying of multiple gun shot wounds in algebra class because the government makes it easier to bring assault rifles into schools than peanut butter, surely, CPR will save the day. Thanks, Rick, that brightened my day.
My daily dose of Stephen Colbert always helps me be both informed and somewhat lightened by his humorous humanity, but even he was talking about being 400 days into this marathon of political, cultural, moral and spiritual disaster and feeling like his legs are giving out while the finish line seems to keep receding. I am so ready for this to be over. Hopefully, victories in November will help enormously, so we have to keep the legs pumping, keep hydrated, keep our eyes on the prize. Nobody said it would be easy.
And yes, I know that when the bad guys are finally led away, I will cheer enormously as I did when they got Nixon and experience a few days of well-earned euphoria. And then back to the work that is never-ending. And even when the political climate improves, there will always be those rashes on legs, dubious backs and small domestic battles over pizza crust.
But I am really ready for pizza crust to be the main topic of the news. Aren't you?