Woody Cavenaugh

For me the first of February has always been a pretty lously day. Dad usually ends up in the hospital or having some sort of medical procedure on the first. A lot of astronauts have died on the first. We also tend to lose spacecraft on the first.

So yesterday when I woke up, crept into the living room and turned on the TV I was expecting the worst. It wasn't long before I realized this first of february was going to be like all the others. My place of work was closed. My place of work doesn't close except in the most dire of emergencies. Several thousand employees, and over fourteen thousand cllients, half of them living in our facilities, we don't ever just "close". I've had to come to work on days where staff and clients are slipping on sheets of ice so thick it looked like a blooper reel for March of the Penguins. Yet there it was on the TV screen CLOSED.

"CODE RED!!! Wake up! Wake up! We've got to get to the store STAT!!!! Bread, peanut butter, bottled water, laundry detergent, charcole, canned food, beer, movies!!!! " I go yelling into the bedroom.

"What's wrong?" replies Sara, refusing to even open a single eye.

"Work has closed!" I shout back heading hard and fast for the shower.

Sara was putting on her coat to go to the store almost before her feet hit the ground.

Once we stocked up and got back home, we battoned down the hatches and waited for the frozen end to come. It never materilized. They were wrong. That's almost as incredible as choosing to close is actually being wrong about this sort of thing. It does not bode well for us the next time when the weather really does get dangerous. Legs will be broken in the cold that day I know it.

I got a call from mom and dad. He had an outpatient procedure done on him to correct his irregular heartbeat, called cardioversion or some spelling thereof. Not only did it fail spactacularly, the doctor was quoted as saying, "Huh? That's weird. I've never had that happen before. I'll need to study this and get back to you." Situation normal, Feb first still farked up.

However, in the good news department, we didnt' get anything much more than a rain at my house yesterday, dad was able to leave the hospital under his own power, and our pirate president didn't attack, pillage, or plunder any new countries yesterday, so I'd call that a win. Sara wondered if the people of the United States couldn't file a class action lawsuit against our president for failing to follow the wishes of the majority. Sounds like insabordination to me. Not to mention the slander/lible of making every man woman and child in America look like a monster in the eyes of the world.