First things first: Happy Birthday to Major Richard Winters who turns 91 years old today. I salute you, Sir. Happy Belated Birthday to futuresoon
, for whom I am 24 hours late but wishing her the best regardless. She's an awesome writer, go read her stuff, you know the drill.
And while my favorite politicians are still fictional, for the most part, I couldn't help but smile at Inauguration Day yesterday. I don't care if you voted for or against our new President. I don't care whether you think he's the Second Coming. All of that pales when compared to the simple, indisputable fact that FUCKING HISTORY was made yesterday. A black man is now in the White House, in the Oval Office. Fifty years ago that would've been nothing more than a dream and today it is a reality. If you can't appreciate that kind of progressive movement in this nation then I'm sorry, you have no sense of what it means to struggle and overcome. But that's a can of worms for another day.
Busy, busy, busy, that's what I've been.
Bill and I went out to dinner with Gary and Liz from the restaurant last night and had an absolutely fantastic political discussion over enough food for a small army at The Cheesecake Factory.
I'm having lunch with my dear darling Polly from my high school days tomorrow, if all goes well. I haven't seen her in years and want to catch her before the move to Japan. I've missed that girl so much.
Speaking of moving, that's apparently what I'm doing. No worries, though, it's just across the yard to the building next door. Details to come. Right now, packing. Lots of packing. Peace.