Fragile

Perhaps we can have another quiet week here at Minions. The UC has taken a few well-deserved days off to vacate with her family, leaving the latest target of The War On Error in the hands of writers slightly less yeasty than she. The Error Itself continues, unabated, compounded by the New Framers' intent to create a paradise for those who would theocratize, supported heartily by those eager to show how well that sort of thing works so they can apply it to what our own Framers said. Ilse is hanging at my place all week, the kids off to visit their father, so that's a nice change of pace. There's the small upcoming matter of some minor scalpel activity in an area of my body where I would not ordinarily abide scalpels, but for the next few days, at least, I should be at peace, yes?

My brother had an interesting take. Before he went for the same procedure, he took a Valium the night before, then shot down another Valium and a six on the way to the doc, then rode home with the second six clenched between his thighs. When he woke up, he felt much better. I'm contemplating, as I always do, his sage advice.