Where do the days go? Amidst the fear of massive layoffs at work, I’ve been slaving away on a very demanding project, which has kept me going in 14-hour workdays. Leave the house by 6:30 am, back home by 9:30 pm, a short “how was your day?” session with my wife, and then to sleep so I can start it all over again in a few hours. Add to that something weird going on with my brain (which I am in the process of writing up in one of my long, rambling essays), refinancing the house, my wife’s worsening relationships with her staff, and coping with the expanding non-litterbox litterbox range of one of our cats…
A hellish week-and-a-half
June 18th, 2003 — me & mine
Ivins on the continuing war against the Clintons…
June 18th, 2003 — impolite company
Over at NewsTrolls, Diva Pasty Drone introduces an excellent Molly Ivins piece with a bit of her own worthy prose, recalling politics (recently) past:
…with all the death the Bush camp has brought us, we can only long for days of thong-snapping scandals…they seem so refreshingly innocent compared to the politics of Team Death…
