Thanks everyone for your good wishes. I'm pulling out of this funk slowly. This afternoon, a few belts of hooch helped. I had to do something. It's not a path to recovered health I'd recommend to anyone — nor will I continue it — but today, it helped. Once I forced myself to struggle out of this godawful ailment and read some news — a shooting in Annapolis, unholy Supreme Court decisions and, above all, Trump now seems to believe he's a legitimate president of the United States — I screamed out like Hans Solo in Star Wars VI, recovering from carbonite sickness: "Luke? A Jedi? I'm out of it for a little while and everbody gets delusions of grandeur."

(p.s.: My ignorance has been corrected by an astute reader. It's Han, not Hans, Solo. My apology to George Lucas.)

 

Comments

[Anne J]

Please just get some rest, sir. Trump's America will still be the same shithole it is and you will need all of your strength and health to write about it. Don't give the dickheads the satisfaction of putting your health at further risk. If you must catch a buzz might I suggest a little marijuana instead? It's much better on your guts than alcohol is. When they go low, go get high.

[L. Reeves]

That cracked me up, Anne. I love it. :)

But seriously, that might be a thought for PM. But maybe in edible form? You know, the lungs and all...?