Go. My brain is struggling to land somewhere I can four-minute about.

I've got nothing.

Because I shouldn't really soapbox about how much I resent the Snowpocalypse that has been kicking DC's butt all week. I mean, I don't even live there.

I can't explain the stressful few hours I had yesterday afternoon, most of it spent on the phone. On hold. And there really is no more helpless feeling than being left on hold for 45 minutes.

I won't bore you with the story of why I packed and unpacked and repacked all in less than 24 hours.

I can tell you I've got that Christmas Eve I-can't-sleep-cause-I'm-so-excited thing going on. And I won't even mind when my alarm wakes me up at 4:30 AM.

If you know how un-morning-person I am, you know that's a really big deal.

But it's so worth it.

So. Worth. It.

But that's all I can say.

So really, you should tell me something.

Anything.

Done.