Interesting, no? I'd comment on the idiom, but I just don't have either the energy or the inclination. It's been that kinda day.
And what kinda day would that be? Up at 0430. Watched all of Washington Journal, enduring the slings and arrows of moonbat ranters who just have to call in and vent... usually of the BushCrime! or Troofer varieties, coupled with their inexplicable support of The One. Then it was over to MS-NBC (go figure... they were the only ones televising the hearings) for a couple of hours of watching Paulson, Bernanke, and Cox try and persuade the Senate Finance Committee that a $700 billion bailout is a good thing. Otherwise? Melt-down. And we don't want that, do we? Oh, no, My Precious... we doesn't!
Back to bed for a couple of hours after the coffee pot was emptied. Out to the base to run weekly errands. Saw four C-130s on the ramp and one flying around the aerodrome. And one of those cute U-28s, as well. An interesting side-note... The fighter guys flew a whole helluva lot more than the C-130 guys do... at least currently. It was a rare day when I'd go out to the base and not see jets on the ready-ramp prior to launch or being recovered... and more often than not, roaring off the runway... right over my head. Like 50 feet above my head. Beautiful noise, Gentle Reader! But then again, the Wing had three squadrons of F-16s, and those guys trained a LOT. The C-130 guys? Not so much, apparently. And a C-130 shooting touch 'n' goes just doesn't have the same sort of presence as a flight of F-16s in full military power, either.
I miss those guys.