BTW Stephenson gave that appointment all the serious consideration it deserves. (And he makes great soup. Great. Soup.)
But man, oh man, I've been sick. And drugged. The good doctor took one look at this momma of three and knew the only thing that would put me in bed, since cold followed by strep followed by pneumonia hadn't done it, was codeine. Yup, that did it.
I thought I'd never blog again. I wept for you all. I prayed. And then who should arrive at my fevered bedside but...
My angel of mercy, Kathryn! Jean! Lopez!
Okay, I know. That photo of hers has been photoshopped way better than this. But just when I thought the absence of Saint Katherine Harris and Saint Santorum would leave me with no more spark, snark, or reason to go on...my angel of mercy arrives with words to keep me blogging with comfort and joy!
It all started when through C&L (I will read C&L daily from my grave I swear) I found out both Kos and Sully had fallen in love with this nugget of angel goodness:
"Passing out contraception without any deeper context or conversation is degrading and disrespectful — to men and women. Tell me I'm crazy."
Oh honey. By the time I got your invitation, the show had opened on Broadway:
Before now, I'd never really spent too much time on "The Corner". This political analysis, this jaw dropper, this, (dare I say it?) angel thought broke the fever:
"Samuel Alito provides a serious challenge to John Roberts's status as SCOTUS stud."
And this exchange got me out of bed altogether:
Ah Kathryn! The thought of anyone meeting you at eharmony.com. I am healed! I am healed!
Tomorrow: a very special You Tube just for Kathryn