My other site (you know, the one people still like) is featured in the Charlotte Observer today, in cae you’re interested.

And we’re going to the fair tonight…

While it’s good to have multiple beds to choose from on an insomniac night, it really sucks when the power goes out and you pretty much can’t do anything but sit in the dark and think about not being able to go to sleep. This was more the husband’s problem than mine last night, but I got my fair share as well.

What really sucks, though, is that one stupid drunk driver named Alex Dwaynard Miller can cause so much trouble for several thousand innocent bystanders. People couldn’t get ready for work — or even work at all in some cases, like mine. Traffic was a nightmare due to non-functioning stoplights. Businesses had to close. And it was all due to one moron who didn’t know when he’d had enough.

At least he hit a utility pole rather than, say, another car. Unfortunately, since he lived through it, he’ll probably do it again.

You may wonder if I’ve ever driven drunk. I have. Many times, in fact, back in my twenties. Am I ashamed and embarrassed by that fact now? Yes. Very much so. I’d even go as far as “horrified””.

Does the fact that I realized the error of my ways and stopped drinking and driving make me morally superior to people who still do? Does it give me the right to berate them mercilessly?

Why, yes. Yes, it does.

I love Foxtrot.

It’s good to have multiple beds to choose from on an insomniac sort of night. I’ve never really had that luxury before.

For the record:

• This place has absolutely the best Mexican food I’ve had since moving from California.
• Interesting story on the 1957 homo crackdown in my hometown, that sort of mirrors The Boys of Boise.
• Those of you who remember “Adventures in Success” by Will Powers, circa 1983, will be either excited or horrified by this.

We had the exterminator here yesterday, mainly because he’s on retainer and therefore we can. He sprayed the baseboards and did a few other things, all of which have saturated the house with a very distinct (and not entirely unpleasant) aroma. I finally figured it out: it’s like a combination of candy and stale popcorn.

Essentially, our house now smells like Woolworth’s.

I’m hoping it doesn’t progress from “nostalgic” to “nauseating” too quickly.