Like sands in the hourglass, these are the whales in our lives…no wait, different show. But there’s a definite resemblance in the (melo) drama.

Delta and Dawn are experiencing skin peel like a sunbather from Iowa, thanks to their stay in fresh water. And I confess, I’m rooting for Mommy and Baby to get home, please. I’ve read a number of articles about the topic. These poor creatures have been serenaded by feeding whale tunes and killer whales feeding on humpback whale tunes–now that’s like playing the screams from Friday the 13th over and over to get me to leave the TV Room. Or maybe it’s like playing Rush Limbaugh at ultra-high decibels at the Democratic National Convention…most folks would be pressed to leave the hall.

But this news today from the Bee was anti-climactic:

“Sacramento’s wayward whales have spent Thursday swimming in a three-mile area between Cache Creek and Marker 43 in the Deep Water Shipping Channel, their rescue team reported at an afternoon press briefing.”

Yawn. Go whales. I hope they get home so we can celebrate. Soon.

Meanwhile, I know more about what the whales did today than what my governor did. Somebody should write a letter! Or maybe not. I’m already sleepy.