Hunkering

I’m glued to the TV news, much as I imagine you probably are. Troops are moving the their Lines of Departure, our warplanes are bombing, Special Forces are doing secrety special forces things in secrety Iraqi places.

This isn’t the calm before the storm, this is the over-caffeinated, goddamn-I-want-a-cigarette, nail-chewing, worrying, praying-for-the-best, anxious, excited, may-I-please-have-a-cigarette, 100-mph-winds-ty-fucking-phoon-before-the-storm.

Back in a few.