It’s snowing outside and no one else is awake yet. My dog and I are sharing a moment as we watch the big fluffy flakes fall outside our window. My other dog is completely buried under a blanket at my side. He doesn’t care about snow. He prefers his sleep.
Tomorrow is the Inauguration and I feel horribly unprepared. It seems like an impossible thing to prepare for. Friends have already begun to arrive from Portland… They booked their flights months ago but were still unable to find any flights into Baltimore or D.C. Instead, my friend Ryan, who is here now, flew into Philly and took the Chinatown bus down yesterday. My friends Jonah and Dana flew into NYC and spent the weekend with friends and will be attempting to take the Chinatown bus down from there today. I spoke with Jonah yesterday and he said they are basically expecting to be stuck in traffic for about 10 hours. I must buy gloves. And a hat. Although hats usually make me look like I’m wearing a condom on my head. It’s the curls.
What will tomorrow bring? I am filled with wariness over the endeavor I am about to undertake. All I can think about is getting down to D.C. and the possibility that something (Traffic? Mobs?) might keep me from reaching it. I haven’t even allowed myself to get excited about being there, until I know that it is true. Somehow we must make it!
I am saving nothing for the way back.
This Way Maybe 
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