It's Like Deja Vu All Over Again

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We're not supposed to be here. It's summetime, when the the living is supposed to be easy. My definition of "easy living" does not include a 10-day Special Session in Tallahassee. In June.

It seems like we never left; only five weeks have passed since the 2007 Regular Legislative Session adjourned sine die with a veritable fit of congratulatory back-slapping and self-praise for a (do-nothing) "effective" and "successful" Session.

The Session was so successful that the Legislature called itself back into Special Session (the second Special Session of the year, so far...) to enact "the most significant and historic property tax relief in Florida history." I mean, really, why do in 60 days what you can put off to a 10-day Special Session?

This week promises to be loads of fun. We START floor session tomorrow at 6:00PM. I'm looking forward to all the compensatory time I will accrue this week. By the end of 10 days, my comp time balance will earn me at least three weeks of easy living.



Comments

LMP said…
You should come spend some of that compensatory time in Atlanta. Just sayin'.
June 14, 2007 at 7:52 AM
*pal said…
I just may do that! xoxo
June 21, 2007 at 11:03 AM
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