What the Hell, Virginia? You, too, Maryland!? Does everybody even in the general vicinity of that yawning abyss of government just check out at 2:00 on a bee-yooo-tee-ful Friday and just say "aw, fuckitall" and start surfing the 'net? Sitemeter's going nuts with hits from the Beltway.
Do what I did instead: I left the building and came home.
Dropped the top on the Miata and scooted home like a Spring zephyr, and got pelted with dogwood petals all the way; lavished like the Grand Marshal of some vernal victory parade.
I tried to find images of Spring by googling up "vernal" cuz I'm so literary and shit. But I was not prepared for this, dear merciful Marvin! but WTF?
Gonna go outside and bask like some lizard and consider that Florida's unemployment rate is officially 12+% which is bringing it closer to the truth: more like 20%, and be glad I have an office job where everyone loves my work and I am now licensed to do Insurance mayhem in SC, and the JR has a wonderful new job, his DREAM job like most of you guys would kill to have: working for a Porsche race car shop.
And that makes two upward moves in employment since arriving here. Maybe this town has too many doctors and students. union labor, and rich people with race cars, and not enough folks who know how to use a computer, write a letter, or manage an office.
C'mon down. We got jobs and everyone owns a gun and there's chicken n' waffles for breakfast.