Give the Gift of Yoga

At 5:45am, the last thing I want to see is a sign that says "Give the gift of Yoga." Here consumerism meets trendy, new-age, get-in-touch-with-you warm and fuzziness. This sign somehow represents all I abhor about life in Washington, life away from the simple minded, community oriented Midwest. Granola eaters beware.

Mind you, this is after my boss has called and left me a message that she's cutting back my hours for the day (re-igniting my fear and paranoia that I'm about to get fired) and after personally witnessing irrational and pointless road construction that closes far too many lanes of the highway. Nothing pisses me off more in the domestic spending of taxpayer money than the obscene amount of money spent on road construction. So rarely do road crews fix legitimate problems -- so rarely do they fix anything in an efficent and least invasive way. What's up with this?

Going back to bed after what seems like a mildly negative start to the day already...