I'm bummed about the freeze coming this weekend. After a few days of 80+ degree temps, the dogwoods and wisteria are about three weeks ahead of time. I'm afraid with the mid-20s we're supposed to get Sunday morning, the azaleas and the rest of them are going to be toast. I missed the azaleas last year while I was in Chicago and while some of them are already blooming, the ones at our place are just budding out (even the ones that the deer ate seem to be doing okay). Azalea blossoms are kind of delicate but I'm actually hopeful that ours are still protected enough that they'll survive.
So are we to assume that a "badonk, badonk butt" is a bad thing? I'm serious, I really don't know.
Three Years Really Old
Got an email from my boy Lex reminding me that this is the 3rd anniversary of the first post of Half-Life and Times - fitting since he was the guy that got me started. I didn't remember because I'm afraid I haven't had much time to blog lately. There's certainly been a lot to say but so much of it has been so topical that by the time I get a few minutes to put something down on electrons, it's about 3 days to late. Like I really wanted to comment about the Charles Crapheimer column about whether we should be focusing on Afghanistan or Iraq (he was completely wrong of course) but that was a whole week ago - too late to be bringing it up now.
Days like today don't help. I got up at 3:30 this morning in order to get to the airport in time for a 7am flight to DC, which got a few minutes over the NC/VA line before being turned back to RDU due to mechanical problems. Since I was only going up for the day and had a meeting at 9:30, it didn't make sense for me to reschedule, so I just went on into the office. Certainly better than crashing of course but not the best of days. That's the kind of stuff that I'm afraid gets in the way of blogging. But there are enough bloggers out there that I admire that keep me going in whatever capacity I can manage. Thanks y'all.