On the way home last night, I couldn’t remember if it was Monday or Tuesday. I had myself pretty much convinced that it was Monday, until I saw my neighbors had their garbage out (which meant it was Tuesday). Some day, I’ll be able to look back on this and think, “there. That’s when the Alzheimer’s started.” Of course, at that point I won’t remember my name, let alone that I couldn’t remember what day it was back in oh-twelve.
So the good news is that two days of the week are over instead of just one. The bad news it that today is my late day (not stupid meeting day this week, thankfully, though I’m wondering if we’re going to have a stupid meeting on the day after Christmas. There’s something depressing about going to work on the day after Christmas to begin with – having to go to a stupid meeting would make it that much worse).
I was listening to NPR the other day, and the theme of the show was something like “why are Americans a bunch of ruthless, gun nut killers,” with the main topic of discussion being, of course, the shootings in Newtown CT. One twit who called in (from Branson Missouri) said that it was because the penalties for that sort of thing weren’t harsh enough (and that in some places they cut your hands off for stealing, you know). I thought for sure that the host would point out the fact that the fucking kid killed himself, so I kinda doubt he was worried about the penalty. But, sadly, he didn’t.
Speaking of great minds from south of the Mason-Dixon line, the good folks in Tennessee are considering arming teachers. I’m not so sure this is a good idea. For one thing, if my teachers had had weapons, I don’t think I’d have made it past ninth grade. I think they’d be better off putting in a moat with alligators and those pointy stick things, and maybe a mine field.
Well, time to get ready to seize the day. It’s gonna be a long one.