I have a summer cold.  It sucks.

I rarely get sick, but I guess my number came up and the Cold Fairy decided to whack me with her sick stick.  Colds in the winter aren’t so bad, because you can curl up on the couch with hot tea and lemon and be miserable with yourself.  But in the summer, not so much.  The garden doesn’t care that my throat hurts, and the basil and kale certainly don’t give a shit that all I want to do is take a nap.  Nope.  And apparently, the children still expect…

Have you ever wondered what the perfect job would be? Just letting your mind wander to the possibilities without restrictions, obligations, or geography? A few years ago, I would have loved to have been a legislative aid on Capitol Hill. However, with all of the political bullshit that never seems to change despite what flavor of the month is in power, being a congressional aid just doesn’t sound that much fun any more.

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