I went to a wedding this weekend. I was gone for three days – and it felt like an eternity. After last week, I did Thursday’s Raisin’ Hale and left town. I made it three solid days without a laptop.
No, there were no convulsions.
What a weird week it was. It was emotionally taxing. It was terrifying. It was heartbreaking. The Iran coverage was enough to suck me in. I was glued to the computer Wednesday. I managed to talk about it for 7 minutes on the air before I had to change subjects because I couldn’t look at the photos attached to the articles I was referencing anymore. The same night, the Obamamercial for health care aired, and raised my blood pressure a few notches. I even live tweeted it for you, so you didn’t have to watch it. I’m sure you were as shocked by the content as I was. I learned SO MUCH! The VA and Medicare are apparently well oiled machines, old people should be given painkillers instead of proper care, 2/3 of the money needed to fund the $1-$2 TRILLION expansion in the next decade is already in the system, so it won’t cost us a thing (nevermind that pesky $10 trillion deficit) – and when all is said and done, Obamacare will be as effective as the Mayo Clinic! (Which is private. By the way.) My fears have officially been relieved. Thank you Obama!
The next day, the world stopped to watch the Michael Jackson circus, and on Friday the Cap and Tax bill slipped through the house without much fanfare. Naturally, House Democrats slipped in 300 pages in the wee hours of the morning, which no one read. Eight Republicans jumped ship, which is only MORE infuriating because had they voted like actual Republicans, the bill would have failed. Say goodbye to even more jobs. Thanks for that, Team Pelosi. I wish I could say I was disappointed, but that implies that there were some expectations to begin with.
I had 17 hours of alone time in the car this weekend to contemplate the week. Since I’m being vulnerable here anyway, I’ll go ahead and admit to you that I kicked off the weekend by crying when Billie Jean came on the radio. I was done. Cue emotional barf.
Why am I writing this? I don’t know. I spent the weekend with one of my best friends in the whole world, standing beside her as her maid of honor, and I cried for two days. As with most weddings, it was bittersweet. Now here I am, thrust back into reality, staring at a blank screen. So much is whirling through my head, there are so many things to cover that it’s mind boggling. I’m not even sure where to start. I’m tired. Emotionally spent.
I’m speaking in front of thousands in Tucson, Arizona on Saturday and am collecting my thoughts. Given just 15 minutes to address people about freedom, what do you say? There is so much. Despite the heaviness of the week, of this month, and of this year, I have to believe that there is an opportunity here. This is our window to remind people that they are free, and that they have to work to keep it that way. The Fourth of July could not have come at a more appropriate time.
End word vomit. Now back to our regularly scheduled blogging.