Recovered? Don't think so...

I started today thinking that I was recovered from the events of the past couple days. Well, I guess a little background is in order. Tuesday, my boss would not have been proud of me (I don't think) given that my concentration level only allowed me the ability to hit refresh on all the news sites I had pulled up on my computer. Nervousness had taken control of my brain.

Later on Tuesday, the BIG NEWS arrived, and I found myself on U ST NW with the best of my friends, Rita and Sister Disco, living it up like tomorrow had come ('cause it has). And because all of our amateur video skills do no justice I pilfered from TV:



So, the great day had come and gone, but still concentration eluded me. On my walk to work, mind you I was a good bit late given the 4:30am bedtime I had, I attempted to acquire a newspaper...any newspaper. I would have taken a Washington Times, that desperate was I. NONE. The DC metro area had sold out of ALL newspapers by 8am. I put in a call to my family in Denver, surely they must have newspapers. Nope. My sister put herself on a waiting list at the neighborhood bookstore, and I started making calls to those people I know who work at the Washington Post. To no avail, they couldn't even acquire a paper for themselves.

Lo and behold, around 1:30pm word gets out that the Post is going to run a commemorative edition of that day's Washington Post, to be on sale at area CVS, 7-11, Giant, Safeway and Harris Teeter stores between 3 and 5pm. I hussle my little self down to the CVS in my office building at 3pm, because I was clearly getting nothing done anyway, and stand myself in line. Little do I know, but shortly find out, that between 3 & 5pm really means that the papers MIGHT be delivered between that time. No one knows. THREE HOURS later, I becamenthe proud owner of a commemorative edition BARACK OBAMA (and family) Washington Post.

Lesson Learned: Practice patience and have hope and you will find the change you seek. Thank you, Barack, for reminding all of us of that terribly important lesson.

Needless to say, I thought today would be concentration central. Twas true, but only if I kept my eyes off of anything Barack-related. If I looked, I cried. Still. It is so wonderful it hurts. I wonder when this reaction will end, not that I mind overmuch crying for joy, but I would like to read the newspaper again.

That's my story...and since I'm crying again I am going to get a bottle of wine.