You know you've got a bad case of the crankies when you find you'd rather tackle filthy, foul, anti-social tasks like cleaning the cat box and scrubbing your toilets than attend to intellectually stimulating, socially rewarding pursuits like writing a few blog entries, posting some comments on blogs you like reading, and answering your email.
Which is how I felt yesterday.
What can I say. It was a holiday and I didn't have to go anywhere or see anyone, and the litter box was starting to smell up my entire basement and the toilets looked so grubby I could hardly bear to pee in them.
And I was very cranky. One reason was the stuff I posted yesterday about how climate change is going to speed up and render parts of the world uninhabitable--I did the math, and if Lovelock is right, by the end of the century Phoenix will regularly have high temperatures of 135 F--and another was that when I mentioned global warming to my mother the other night, she did that standard, stupid, Pro-Bush anti-planet thing of telling me it was a hoax.
There are other reasons why I'm cranky, at least one of which I plan to tell you about soon.... I've been mulling over this unpleasant occurrence and its implications for a good 24 hours--I even woke up in the middle of the night and spent some time brooding over it.
But the holiday is passed, my toilets are clean and now I've got work to do that requires me to deal with other people, so I'll get busy doing it.
