So I got back Sunday afternoon, slept for 18 hours, caught the Lovely Bride's cold, and am dragging myself around the house like some tomb-lost lich, bemoaning my fate and trying to keep up with various promises.
More later, when I recover. Promise.
Boy, was I wrong!
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I like to think of myself as a clever and thoughtful person, but I have a
pretty terrible track record of making political predictions. My most
recent post...
4 days ago
