Good Wayne

Sleep

I feel like I'm still all messed up from Saturday. Tine booked her Florida flight at 8 AM. Which, thanks to the current Useless Terror Alert Level [1], meant getting to the airport two hours a head of time (6 AM); which means getting out of the house by about 5:15; which means getting up at 4-fucking-30 in the morning; which means Tine set the alarm for 4:15.

Yes, 4-it's-still-dark-outside-15. A.M. The only time I ever see 4:15, is if I haven't gone to bed yet. The airport was freaking packed. We got there at the right moment, however. The bag check-in line doubled in size by the time we got through it. After that, they decided to head on through security in case it took another hour. So I had to head back. Man, I remember the good old days were you could walk right up to where they'd board.

I got back home around 8:30, but TheBoy is home with me and so I couldn't go back to bed or anything. Saturday was all messed up. And Sunday wasn't much better, I guess.

I really wish I could have taken a nap.

[1] Okay, explain to me how they knew there was this kind of plot out there for the last 11 years and yet, Homeland Security is somehow surprised?!? Jesus on a pogo-stick, How much more flat out incompetence do the American people need before they realize Homeland is a fucking joke.

No, my mistake, it's not a joke, it's theater. It's something the administration can point to and say, "See? We're working to make everyone safe!" It's their version of slapping a coat of paint on it to make it bright and shiny. Meanwhile, Katrina has days to come ashore and they can't get their at together. And now this? *Years*, they have know about it for *years* and still nothing gets done.

Next we'll be getting high profile alerts about vicious plans to use the spray from cutting a grapefruit to sting the eyes of aircraft personal. There goes any and all fruit in a 100 yard radius.