(Back in January, I went to Barack Obama’s inauguration. I never really finished writing about it, but if I don’t post it now, I figure I never will. So please pardon the abrupt ending.)
The alarm went off at 4:45 am. In case you haven’t seen a mid-winter 4:45 am lately, let me remind you, it’s not the prettiest time of day.
Bleary-eyed, I opened the closet and began the lengthy process of pulling on layer upon layer of warmth. In all, the clothes weighed more than Malia Obama. Continue reading