Generations of Monkeys

The morning started at 6:25am with KFOG buzzing out of the alarm clock. BAM! Snooze was hit. Again at 6:34am. And one more time at 6:43am. It was time to get up. Regardless if my body wanted to or not. What made today particularity challenging was the torrential rain pouring down accompanied by high winds and a very cold apartment floor. The orange guy Sammy was curled up next to his favorite radiator (me), purring non-stop. It is grey, foggy, and the damp cold has returned which only San Francisco can provide. The day as well as the bed was screaming that the ideal thing to do would be to pull the covers up tight, sleep as much as possible, and spend the day there reading, snuggling, never to leave the house. This however didn't happen. Eventually Sammy was given some belly rubs, ear scratches, and kisses on the head and plopped off the bed to head for his food bowl. He knows the routine all too well. As soon as I even remotely move towards sitting upright, he heads to the kitchen to await kitty chow and fresh water. What is nice however is that he allows me to sleep and never interrupts a good slumber with whining to be fed. Feet then meet my "house slippers" (these are actually addidas swimmer's sandals but the preferred term is house slippers because it's funny) and it's time to shuffle off to the kitchen with one eye open to feed Sammy. I hate getting up in the morning. And I mean hate. There are times when I cannot believe I ever lived on a dairy farm where it was required to get up at the crack of dawn to do chores before school. There were also times when basketball practice was at 6am. It was when practice started. How in the world I ever managed to run up and down a basketball court at such an ungodly hour with no caffeine is beyond comprehension. Anyway, eventually I made it to the coffee shop and got on the road to find the typical traffic jam of Californians during the first rainstorm. What is there to be afraid of? It is rain for pete's sake. It would be very interesting to take a native Californian and drop them in the middle of say, northern Wisconsin after a sleet/snow storm. How in the world would they deal with maneuvering a car on black ice covered in a light dusting of snow? Rain people, it's rain. Oye veh. The usual 10 minute commute turned into 30 with all the apprehension on the roads. Will be the same scene tonight making way back into San Francisco. One of the greatest mysteries of the west coast--freaky drivers at the very first drop of rain.

Headlines stated today that the race for President has gotten nasty. Hadn't this happened a while ago? Sides are drawn and it's hard to say who is winning at this point. Monkey Bush is repeating his same 5 lines. 1) Kerry said terrorism is a nuisance 2) Kerry said the word "lesbian" on television, can you believe that? He will say anything to get elected 3) wrong war, wrong place, wrong time 4) Kerry raised taxes 98 times 5) Kerry wants big government, to spend your tax dollars, and is on the left bank of liberal. Both candidates are exaggeration masters at this point but I choose to support those exaggerations of Political Skeletor. At least he isn't willing to throw more of our tax money into a war over oil and wants to make a way to peace. The US of A needs to get out of the world policing business and move towards taking care of matters at home, within our boarders. Enough of this world leader pretend hoo-ha which has created the largest deficit seen since Grandpa Monkey Bush was in office. How is it that Americans were so quick to get rid of the first Bush but can't seem to make the same appropriate decision now? He's worse than GMB. I'd like to tell Monkey Bush to take his 5 very repeatable lines and shove them right where the sun doesn't shine. And I don't mean Alaska in the winter months. This race is ugly and on the verge of getting even uglier in the last two weeks.

It's no wonder I didn't want to get out of bed today!