SO WHAT DO I HAVE TO BE ANGRY ABOUT?

Well.  I could start with the financial shape of our country and how far too many cannot grasp the basic principle that if you spend more than you take in, you're in debt.  If you continue to be in debt, you cannot spend your way out of it.

Or, I could moan about the weather.  My goodness.  Far too many have been cheated, yes cheated out of Summer because of excessive heat and rain. When I've been where there are good temperatures, something called a maritime stationary front has provided thick February grayness and increased humidity.

Or, maybe I could complain about my Cardinals.  Where have you gone Albert Pujols: Cardinal Nation turns its lonely eyes to you.  And I imagine if you were allowed a do-over, you'd jump at the final before Spring Training offer you refused.  You certainly helped in the past, but this year, well you certainly helped in the past.

Or maybe the NBA and their looming strike.  Yeah, like I care about the NBA.  Not since the St. Louis Hawks left for Atlanta, though tried hard to root for the Bad Boys of Detroit because our son's affinity for them.  My hometown Suns?  They are so clueless.

But I'm actually grrred because of my second Summer cold.  I never get colds.  I rarely get colds, but two have found me and my wife this Summer. I sound like I'm on my last legs when I get them, but this year, my wife, who is usually very cute with her cold, is hacking and sputtering like me.  And it is making my mad as our son used to say (way before my bad).