lundi 1 septembre 2008

It's dark inside, and, no, I don't have a migraine

1:55 pm

It's Monday, September 1, and we know what that means: summer vacation is over and it's back to work, for non-Americans who are not celebrating Labor Day (have a nice picnic) and school (tomorrow. Shit.).

And they came back, right on time! Georges and José are here! They closed the shutters to keep chunks of falling plaster from hitting the window panes.

I really have to do my drawings. And get back to garden designs. And get off the political listservs, as riveting as they are right now, what with the Sarah Palin pick.

I hope he doesn't gamble at the races, or Cindy will have real reason to get upset, what with 100 million at stake.

On the other hand, there are just so many jewels out there, not the least the manifestation of God's will that, contrary to the fervent prayers of Reverend Wiley Drake that it rain on Obama in Denver, he prefer that it preempt the Republicans convention, most surely to their very great relief. It was going to bomb in the ratings, I heard, outside the evangelical right, anyway.

But, I hear that former DNC chairman Fowler had to apologize for his ironic comment. Thank you, Mr. Pink Eyes for steering me clear of the foul waters into which I myself nearly waded. But, of course he was wishing ill to those who would suffer the hurricane, and not laughing at the ludicrous fact that the Republicans are getting their own medicine.


Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert will have to do morning editions to get it all in.

Come to think of it, I do have a headache. Time to go make lunch.

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