I generally allow myself to be sick once during winter. But twice?
Yesterday afternoon I made the mistake of admitting to myself that I was feeling a little sub-weather. And once I admitted those physical feelings of "uckiness" it was all over. Mental powers are amazing.
I spend the night in achy, parched misery. My mind wandered all over the place; the topic I remember most clearly: Bush's "clean coal" declaration during the State of the Union.
You'd think I'd be over it be now .... the idiocy of standing in the entry way of a new centuary and proclaiming that coal - the harbringer of the Industrial Revolution - is the 21st century answer to energy.
Let's pretend that clean coal power works, that archaic power plants would not be grandfathered out of upgrading. I know, I know, it's hard to imagine. Just hang up your disbelief on the coat rack and come with me.
All you have to do is walk away from the "clean coal" power plants and witness the environmental raping of strip-mines and the less-than-stellar working conditions of coal mines (under the ground in dark tunnels - you can't get less stellar than that) to realize that "clean coal" is pure fantasy. Never mind the energy and fossil fuels it takes to mine the coal and deliever it to these fabulous clean coal power plants.
Now excuse me while I consume my 100th glass of water, blow my nose, an crawl into bed.
(and why doesn't spell check work on blogger? Now my misspelled underbelly is vulnerable and composed ....)
[sniffle]
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