It’s 4:30 a.m. I’ve been off for a half hour. I’m feeling pretty damn sorry for myself.
I worked the crazy late shift putting out the Siberia paper, with mysterious deadlines that stretch into the wee hours. I’m sitting here revved up like Dale Jr.’s car before his engine blows in the second lap. And I’m thinking my life is pretty sad indeed.
Then I glance up at the TV. “I Love Lucy” has made way for the early CBS news. On the screen is Gabrielle Giffords, who is bidding Congress farewell so she can concentrate on learning to, in her words, speak in paragraphs again.
Can anything be worse than the late shift? Um, yeah, I guess taking a bullet in the brain in a horrific shooting rampage is worse.
So now it’s 5 a.m. and I can’t feel sorry for myself. Or think in paragraphs.
The moral: Never turn off the Lucy channel. Safer that way.
Thanks, Ms. Giffords. On a day when it’s a bit embarrassing to be a former Arizonan (yes, I’m talking to YOU, Jan Brewer), you did the state proud. You are a reminder that resilience and optimism aren’t just words. You should marry an astronaut or something.
I hope you find those paragraphs soon …