Ignoring the inaugural festivities today as much as possible. I don't have to cover it, thank god. We already have at least two reporters doing that. One of my friends, who reports for The Washington Post, actually left town for a week so she wouldn't have to cover any of the overblown inaugural pomp and circumstance.
The city seems as secure as a fortress: Many downtown streets are blocked off, as are some of the Metro subway stops. Men in black with machine guns and bomb-sniffing dogs stand at the ready, and snipers crouch on federal rooftops.
Today's also a federal holiday, so the Metro would've been fairly empty on my commute this morning except for the thousands upon thousands of tourists who have descended on our fair city like a swarm of locusts.
Kidding about the locust part. Okay, maybe not.
Note to tourists taking the Metro: Do not dawdle or block entrances or exits. People are trying to get around you. When on an escalator, walk left or stand right. Otherwise, you'll have a bunch of fast-walking Washingtonians steaming behind you and quite possibly telling you sternly to "Move it!"
I must say that the tourists are a hardy bunch, though. They're standing at least 20 deep on Pennsylvania Avenue, NW, in the bitter cold, hoping to catch a glimpse of a man I can't listen to without wincing in embarrassment.