About Me

Woman, reader, writer, wife, mother of two sons, sister, daughter, aunt, friend, state university professor, historian, Midwesterner by birth but marooned in the South, Chicago Cubs fan, Anglophile, devotee of Bruce Springsteen and the 10th Doctor Who, lover of chocolate and marzipan, registered Democrat, practicing Christian (must practice--can't quite get the hang of it)--and menopausal.
Names have been changed to protect the teenagers. As if.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Cowering in a foxhole

Sitting here watching the Democratic National Convention. Rahm Emanuel is on. He has amazing skin. So smooth and soft-looking.

Am incapable of thinking about national debt or health care or welfare-to-work or jobs programs or taxation rates. Can only focus on skin. And ties. And hair styles. Am not sure I'll ever be capable of substantive thought again. Saw the sign for "Virgina" and thought it said "Viagra," and that seemed fine.

I could just be tired. Or maybe I'm getting sick. But I think it's that I'm sick and tired of fighting these fights. I so admire those awesome folks who spend their entire lives fighting the good fight. Me, I just want to crawl into a foxhole and let the battle pass me by. While I comment on the soldiers' fashion choices and skin care regimens.

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