Did not sleep well. Did not go to sleep at all happy -- I'm not chatty at the end of the day and I am fighting with a difficult bit of editing -- and woke up less so and with an aching back, which I have capped with barely-adequate French Toast and inexplicably overstrength coffee. Oh, and a hammering headache to go. Can I get chips with that?
Such is life within my narrowed horizons. One of the reasons I'm not commenting so much on world, national or even state-level happenings is that practically none of it looks good. Republic stumbles towards Empire and on the main stage, there are no Catos, only would-be Caesars of mildly differing stripe -- and I am told with sincere pride that this is a "choice." Yeah, no.
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