I have a ritual every morning when I wake up. The second I open my eyes, I take my metaphorical gun out of the bedstand and put it in my mouth. Then I try to think of one or two reasons to NOT pull the metaphorical trigger.
This morning it was difficult. I couldn’t really think of anything other than the hope that I MIGHT win the lottery this week. So I shoved the dog off my neck, climbed out of bed, stepped over the cat, and turned on my computer to check my email, still holding the metaphorical gun in my mouth.
KARL ROVE TO RESIGN AUGUST 31, the headline screamed at me.
“Ah!” I said, and put the gun away for another day. “Thank you, Karl.”