We Wince At Every Hit
Unacknowledged? Not on my watch. I even offered him a job on ToE, but he turned me down.
If he's the engine, who's the drivetrain?I think I'm the windshield wiper.
He's the non-posting engine of the blogosphere at this point -- last post over on Diversely We Sail is a month old. Anybody know where he is?
In rehab. I'd like to tittle you all with a juicy crisis ("Oh no, Darwin was right!"), but there is no magic, Joe. A nagging bout of the flu, imminent spring yard work, coaching ball-hockey, too much work and the NHL playoffs all combined to make me see beyond blogging. It's hard work. When you are supposed to be preparing for court and you are actually composing your twelve-thousandth reply to Duck saying pretty much the same thing, it's time to take stock of a few things, so I'm taking a break. Hey, it's great to sleep to 6:30 am again. Besides, we're all getting a little long in the tooth and undisciplined.Thank-you, David.
Peter picked a convenient time (for me) to not post. I wouldn't have been able to read any of it anyway.
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