Of this frigid friggin’ weather, that is. Or so they say. Tomorrow back up into double-digits and all the way to 24° they say. And then up into the 30s for Friday and the weekend (with the tradeoff of maybe some snow, which is a fair deal as far as I’m concerned – snow doesn’t bother me all that much, but I’m getting too damn old for it to be this cold). So far this winter has been a throwback to the days of my youth, when it was really damn cold all winter long (and I had to walk uphill both to and from school, of course), and I’m getting just a wee bit tired of riding the polar express.

I did not watch the SOTU last night, and I haven’t been able to get interested in reading the post game wrap-up (I tried to read Howard Fineman’s column on it, but only managed about three paragraphs). I did enjoy this photo, though:

The sense I got from those three paragraphs and from the headlines I scanned that it was your basic SOTU speech – lots of talkie-talkie, not much walkie-walkie.

The only other mildly interesting thing was that some redneck leatherneck NY Congresscritter (Michael Grimm, who I hasten to point out is from downstate around Sue’s neck of the woods – Staen Island and part of Brrokly, though luckily for her, not Red Hook – and not one of ours) got all pissed off and threatened bodily harm (“He threatened to throw him over the balcony and then said ‘I will break you in half…'”) when a reporter asked him about the criminal investigation into his campaign finance “irregularities.”

Touchy, touchy.

So, anyway, that’s about all I know of what the Prez had to say. Oh, except that “he had a spring in his step” seems to be the meme this morning. So maybe he got laid right before the speech. In which case, good for him.

If I missed anything important, let me know.