It seems that my muse opened the door to my apartment, took a hard right, galloped down the stairs and flung itself out into the street. There must be a reason for that. I have decided that there are several reasons why I can't seem to find anything to write about.
The most obvious is that it is February in Minnesota. The sun has stayed hidden for days at a time. It is cold. Today the temp is holding at 13 degrees, falling close to zero at night. Last week we enjoyed a heat wave in the mid-forty degree range. St. Paul holds their Winter Carnival the last week of January and the first week of February. They build a huge ice palace and have ice and snow sculpture contests. Last week the sculptures were melting. This week folks are dressed in snowmobile suits and felt lined boots.
I am just plain tired. Not so much sleepy tired but more worn down. I was tired of politics long before the election. And now that the inauguration has come and gone, I am even more tired of the childish behavior of those on the left who are acting like spoiled toddlers throwing the mother of all temper tantrums. You lost. Deal with it.
And to top it all off, there was the March of the Pink Pussy Hats. Really? You think those stupid hats are going to make me take your causes seriously? Especially when you add to the mix a gaggle of foul mouthed celebrities? I don't think so.
Well, now that I have turned this post into a bit of a rant, I believe I shall go take a nap. After which I will likely be back to my normal posts.
Sometimes it helps to just blow off some steam.