What’s Happening?

Just a couple glandularly endowed African-American icon salutations to get the day started.

Which started about two days ago. I was supposed to leave from Fairbanks on Sunday night at 5:15 for Anchorage. From Anchorage to Salt Lake City from Salt Lake City to Cincinnatti, from Cincy to DC. But Alaska Airlines, which ran the first leg of my trip, simply cancelled my flight because, to use the technical jargon, they now suck as an airline. That’s not just my opinion, my wife’s family has been flying it for decades on a regular basis and the buzz is that it’s simply overwhelmed by its success and that great sucking sound you now hear is their reputation being defenestrated. Anyway, so then I had to get the 12:55 AM flight, technically Tuesday morning which went from Fairbanks direct to Salt Lake and Salt Lake direct to DC’s other airport, Dulles — right into the begining of rush hour. Now that Jack Germond is semi-retired, the powers that be elected me Fat Guy in a Middle Seat, which was bad enough. But the Powers — jokesters that they are — thought it’d be funny to seat me next to Fatter Guy in a Window Seat. Much hilarity ensued as he felt entitled to occupy the area beyond where his handrest demarcated his space and mine.

After cabbing home, I had to turn right around and drive out to Fredrick, MD to pick up Cosmo and his partner-in-crime Buckley from the Kennel. They were very happy to see me, as the shrieks of joy which shattered mini-mall windows from all around can attest. Got home, rested for a moment. Made a botched dinner (still haven’t cleaned-up — must do that before the Fair Jessica returns) and then took the boys out for a walk only to get stuck in a downpour. Came in, dried off. Fell asleep on the couch (“Not me, that other one. You know, the bitch.”– The Couch). Figured I’d go upstairs and clean up the mess in the morning. Go to bed. Couldn’t sleep. Took half an Ambien® for insomnia. Woke up about an hour ago (which is very, very late for me). Just took Coz and Buckley back out and cleaned some gawdaful foulness Bucks managed to roll around in. And here we are.

Whatyoutalkin’ ’bout here?