First, go read MacDougal Street Baby’s post.
Then please accept my apology for being so complacent with my privileged life that I’ve spent the past two days whining about not being able to access my credit cards for a couple of days and wondering if the looming storm is going to slow down the mailing of my new ones. Because using cash to put gas in my car and pay for lunch and treat the kids to a snack at the library is scary.
I was also going to whine a bit about the revenge of the porcupine and having to stay home from work lest I infect everyone with the gunge and getting a call from HR around nine–thirty because our voice mail system ate both my sick messages—I’d forgotten to leave my name the first time.
But I won’t. You can thank MSB.