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27 May, 2005
Bill Frist will get right on that!
Activist judges much?
P.S. This has been a lazy week, I will readily acknowledge. Light on posting, thinking, brewing, brooding. I could protest innocence by reason of catastrophic weather-induced apoplexy: it dropped forty degrees in temperature here, this week. When your marrow is so chilled after several weeks of bliss (and you stupidly allowed yourself to hope), catatonia sets in quickly and firmly. But one shouldn't make excuses. One should be a man of iron will and constitution, unmoved in a strong wind, relentless in the face of circumstance. I'm not willing to promise that, however: I'm sticking with the weather excuse.
P.S. This has been a lazy week, I will readily acknowledge. Light on posting, thinking, brewing, brooding. I could protest innocence by reason of catastrophic weather-induced apoplexy: it dropped forty degrees in temperature here, this week. When your marrow is so chilled after several weeks of bliss (and you stupidly allowed yourself to hope), catatonia sets in quickly and firmly. But one shouldn't make excuses. One should be a man of iron will and constitution, unmoved in a strong wind, relentless in the face of circumstance. I'm not willing to promise that, however: I'm sticking with the weather excuse.
