First thing: the Prednisone (and not very much of it) has turned out to have had a nasty side-effect or two on me, the worst of which is that my verbal censor is down and I have had to be very careful to keep my body language muted, or I'm gesturing like a clumsy puppet. This is far from unknown and should fade away over time. For now, it sucks out loud. And it sucks worse to know what's going on and still get blindsided by it. It's one thing to say stuff as you think it; finding yourself saying it while the thought is still forming is frightening. (On top of it all, I am still having chest pain and coughing.)
Second thing: came across an article in Wired about cash-strapped civic governments unpaving roads to save money, gravel being a lot cheaper than asphalt. (I'd put in a link but Wired and I are having a little disagreement about my using an adblocker to read their increasinly ill-written content.) This is straight out of the eerie post-industrial heartland of Atlas Shrugged -- and is no real surprise. In the real world, there's no John Galt; we can take some comfort that the villains are nowhere near Rand-scale, but not very much comfort.
I'm having a little trouble with the optimism this morning.
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