the horse is almost dead, but i will continue to beat it for a moment. matt bivens, in his Nation blog the daily outrage (oh, would that there were daily ONLY one. it's getting harder and harder to pick just one a day. they are piling up thicker and thicker every where i look.) today writes on the texas republican chicanery. he has a ton of links in the rant, including a washington post article and maps of the redistricting. time to wake up, folks. democrats, that is. briars are growing over the castle while we sleep. all our rage, our outrage, our umbrage, and we are standing still while the R's race to become The Only Political Party There Is.
a wild wind started blowing last night, and continues through the day. isabel stripped many leaves last month, this wind is taking many of what remained. before they could turn color, alas. it was hard to sleep last night, the wind banging these old windows, throwing small branches on the roof, rain against the panes. it's cool and crisp, a day to fondle pumpkins at a farm stand. but me, i'm off to see yet another doctor about this bone spur. a medical mystery tour i haven't mentioned here. i don't believe in sharing medical sagas with any but my closest and most devoted. and even then, eyes glaze over. however, if i have surgery i'll have loads of time to journal. time to bore myself and any invisible friends to death.
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