Forgive me if I am a bit cranky here in west Tennessee this morning, but being woken up by thunder at 3 a.m. will do that to one. The weather here—which continues as I write—is pouring, pounding rain here. By the time it gets to youze all it is expected to be anything from freezing rain to massive amounts of snow.

Go vote/caucus/participate however they do it where you are, now. You damn sure are not gonna want to do it later. Go no later than lunchtime, hear me?

You can send presents (that old iPod/MP3 player with nothing wrong with it but you replaced it with a newer model would be nice; of course liquor is always thoughtful too*) when you see what it looks like at 5 p.m. your time there.

This system is already bad enough just north of here to have already disrupted Pickles…er, I mean The First Lady’s schedule today. While I’m sure does not break your heart to any great degree it is a damn shame for the folks at the Abraham Lincoln Birthplace Historic Site in Kentucky where she was scheduled to speak.

They’ve been working their asses off to get the place ready for a year-long exhibit leading up to Abe’s 200th next year. Damn thoughtless of the Great Emancipator to be born at such a difficult time of year weather-wise, but there ya go. I hope they can reschedule later with a better speaker, perhaps one who actually knows something about Lincoln.

* …I was gonna say “a chunk of change on the Corrente Paypal button would work too and save on shipping costs besides” but it looks like we took it down, so you’re back to booze, heh heh heh.