24 hours of news
As I mentioned earlier, CNN is the only English-language TV channel in our hotel. We are so addicted to that little black glass-and-plastic box that we watch even when we are seeing EXACTLY the same news story that we saw 15 minutes ago, which was itself the tenth viewing of said story. Apparently I am doomed to a brain of mush.
You are also likely aware of our current housing “crisis.” Jeff and I are so picky and so unlucky that we have seen roughly six hundred twenty-three apartments, we’ve tried to rent two of them, both rentals have fallen through, and we are now sitting in our hotel, midway through week seven. During more than one conversation I have referred to myself as “homeless.” As in, “I am tired of being homeless because I do not have 24 hour internet access and a refrigerator stocked with Coca-Cola and several varieties of gourmet cheese within spitting distance of my queen-sized bed.”
This sentiment regularly occurs to me even as I watch nonstop coverage of earthquake-displaced Pakistanis, bombs exploding in Baghdad, and human beings scrrying slipping sliding to shelter during the largest recorded Atlantic hurricane.
Yes, I’m a spoiled freak. So I declared today (to paraphrase Sporty Spice) The First Day of No Whining. So far, it has been much more pleasant than the past 44 days of perpetual complaint. Let’s see how long I can keep it up.
