You get up early. It's now pitch black at 5:45. The dogs look puzzled and yawn as they wag their tails. At least somebody is happy to see you.
The news services all have the usual crap. Castro the "Comeback Kid". Maybe he''ll join Bill Clinton and Bush 41 in raising money for some yet to happen catastrophe? Then there's the mandatory daily dose of Cuban-Exile name calling and blaming from some Podunk foreign policy whiz living in a landlocked State. It's like a daily dose of "Aceite De Higado De Bacalao"; it's supposed to make you strong but it takes like , well you know.....There's also some story about the regime commemorating the failed assault on Cuba's Presidential Palace 50 years ago yesterday and how in typical Stalinist fashion history has been rewritten to protect the guilty and yet the names remain the same. Nothing exciting to report. You face a glowing LCD as empty as your head.
So anyway.., you stumble into the bathroom to tell your wife about how you have nothing to post on the blog. "Sho Don't", she says through a mouth full of "super whitening Crest". (she's talented).
But... there's like 50 people who expect SOMETHING.
And so you pack up the laptop and head to the office in your 1985 RX-7 ,(if it starts), all the way thinking, obsessing about what to post.
And then you realize that if nothing exciting is happening in Cuba, as inconvenient as that may be for you, imagine what it means to those 11 million people stuck in a stagnant cesspool of misery, hopelessness and corruption. another day of the same.
and you go out and look some more only you're not looking for excitement or Earth shattering news, just a little hope.