Gas in Atlanta is hovering at $3.69 a gallon. I was beyond empty today and, like many people, I'm only putting in enough gas to get me from point A to point B. Luckily, that's not far since the office moved closer to my apartment. I put in $15 and it didn't even give me half a tank. A gallon of milk is nearly $5. The dollar is worthless overseas. My $600 check courtesy of Dubya and Co. will not be stimulating the economy, but paying bills. Several polls taken in the last week indicated that most people will either horde their "free" money or use it for debt. Sigh.
I'm still trying to figure out the Europe trip this fall. It's looking less and less likely. The back up plan is doing a series of readings here in the states in the run up to the election. After the Poison's political arc is perfect pre-Nov. 4 refresher reading on what this administration (and those like it) have done to the country in the name of "freedom."
Here's a review of the Lynch anthology, We Don't Stop Here, by a fellow blogger. I'm confessional even when I'm writing persona. Ahhhh...consistency.