Tuesday, 7:00 p.m. and it's cold -- really cold! (Mrs. Dada just heard "25 degrees.") OK, not upper midwest cold. Not New England cold. Just very, very cold for the local environment (7 degrees tonight, 9 tomorrow night, with the high for the next two days forecast for 25 degrees -- that's cold and, yes, we've seen the images of ice and snow up north!)
Wednesday is my weekly "billiards" day with my originally-from-Wisconsin neighbor. My turn to drive. After a bone chilling roll of our trash bin to its weekly place on the curb about two hours ago, I e-mailed him and canceled tomorrow. In his eyes I'm sure I'm a wuss. I know.
In the interim, our flannel sheets have replaced the normal cotton ones on our bed. Why the hell even consider getting out of bed early in the morning to see if it has snowed or the roads are icy when you can sleep in between a pair of flannel sheets cuddled next to Mrs. Dada with Sam snuggled in his bed on my other side?
Meanwhile, I watched the news from Egypt unfold today. Early reports that Mubarak wouldn't seek "re-election" had me wondering, "Yeh, but when's his term end? 2014? Beyond?" This evening I learned it ends this fall. September. But Mubarak is missing the point. Just as Bush did. Or Obama is.
And I can't help drawing a comparison between Mubarak and the former Green Bay Packers' quarterback Brett Favre and it leaves me wondering, "Why can't they quit before it comes to this?" I guess I'll never understand because I've never been in those shoes of not understanding why it can't last forever.
That aside, I enjoyed watching the evening news ponder what future is best for Egypt. Filtered, of course, through the media's lens of what's best for America. But is that what's really best for Egyptians?
p.s. It's now 8:20 p.m. and snowing. Stay warm everyone!
