Sunny Sundays, Craving a Cloud

Is there anyone else out there besides me that appreciates a good, non-precipitating cloudy day? Yes, we all need the sun for our health and our well-being. Of course. But I'm at the point where the sun is physically wearing me out. Here in Chicago we haven't seen a cloud since April. The problem here is that once the clouds come, they stay for a good six months.

But I'm serious here. The sun wears me out. It's so bright it's physically painful sometimes. I can't cool off. I can't sleep. I can't rest. I can't look west. I have literally decided not to drive places because I want to avoid heading west at the end of the day. I avoid two entire rooms in my apartment because I have to escape the sun's laser beam.

I'm happy to forego all precipitation usually associated with clouds. And I'm happy to have the sun come back, and quickly.

But please, just one day with a cloud. One.

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Frank Rich goes after it, here. He's a Sunday staple, but this column is especially zesty. And is there any other way to have a Frank Rich?

A very long, excellent article on Bono in the NYTimes magazine. We talked about this sort of thing a few weeks ago, and I think it's tough to find a better example of using celebrity in an incredibly, unbelievably, phenomenally powerful fashion. That's one smart, compassionate, talented dude. This is not news. But this is an impressive place to understand a little more about why.

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The Emmys are on, and it's kinda giving me a headache. I'm a TV fan, but I'm not so sure I like TV congratulating itself. A bit much. Make it stop.