In terms of the weather, today was a prime candidate for the most miserable day of the year award. The only reason I can think that Pittsburghers didn't commit suicide in droves was that people were waiting to see the outcome of the Super Bowl.
The Steelers better win on Sunday. The psychiatric health of the region depends on it.
As if the rain, snow and sleet weren't enough, dozens of Rush Limbaugh fans reacted negatively to my column this morning "Do We Want Rush Limbaugh to Fail?" I was called an idiot, a lunatic, a crybaby, a hypocrite - and they were just the polite ones. I am not looking for sympathy here -- this is called occupational hazard in my line of work. I am just glad people are interested.
There were also many nice notes from people with an actual sense of humor, which is always a certain sign of intelligence. These notes insulated me from the other batch.
Still, as much as the good notes were rays of sunshine, they didn't do much about the weather.