A funereal day

Cool and rainy on this day when Ted Kennedy was buried and Tropical Storm Danny fizzled into absolutely nothing beyond supplying an extra plume of moisture into an already soaked atmosphere. It all worked just fine for me. I didn't sleep well at ALL, despite being exhausted last night. My restless leg syndrome seemed to have kicked in. No, seriously, I have it...though it seems more like Restless Upper Thigh Syndrome for me.

So I spent most of the late morning and afternoon AND early evening watching Ted's funeral in Boston, procession through DC and burial at Arlington. Somewhere in there, I ran to ShopRite. As I've said many times before, I LOVE watching all the presidents and their wives interact. Fascinating shit. There were many poignant moments. Many AMERICAN moments. I sat there thinking what a shame that, YET again, all the bipartisan goodwill will be shot to hell by Monday morning. No one ever learns. Wouldn't it be great, though, if I was wrong? But there's too many backwards Republicans for me to be wrong.

Anyway, I'm Irish Catholic and love a good funeral...and Teddy's certainly came through for me. Whatever one thought of him, he WAS an icon and this WAS the end of an ER, AH.