Tonight is the night of the Persied Meteor Shower. It brings back a memory.
I think I may have told this story here before, and if I have, and if you happened to have read it and even more remarkably remember it, please forgive.
(NSFW topic wise, but nothing too explicit.)
One night long, long ago, at least twenty years ago, when Dear Wife and I were in very physically close husband-wife proximity, I told her of a hot woman I had seen that day, how excited she had made me. And Dear Wife sweetly responded, "If the situation ever comes up and you see a woman and you have to have her, you just must have her, go ahead and have her, on me. That's my gift to you."
And hope you all did, too. I was, alas, unable to be at Hog Stock, except in the sense that rmg was at CBB's HusiStock, except in the sense that nobody wrote a fictionalized narrative with me sneaking in. However, I did have a long dinner with some good friends who had chocolate from Hotel Chocolat in London. And the sausages we ate probably had pork in them, so that counts.
I had a hard time figuring out how to vote in this election; harder than most. It's not that there were no choices to be made -- the Democracy represented by Phil Angelides is somewhat enormously different than the Democracy represented by Steve Westly, for example -- but I could never summon the energy to care enough to investigate those differences, or opine about them. Some of it is that I spent the last two weeks of May working hard, being a bridesmaid, and fighting off the evils of strep throat; but the interest had been small before those weeks, and never revived with my health. Nor was it just me; turnout in this election was the lowest since 1920.
The most boring election in modern times yielded the lowest turnout in modern times.
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