I have a sick dog and a full plate, two factors that fill me with a desire to go back to bed, but alas — the long weekend is over, and I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it, although I spent a chunk of it working.
I’m worried about the dog. He stopped eating yesterday and showed other signs of intestinal distress, perhaps a result of licking up some bone meal Alan spread around the plants the last few days, or perhaps due to the fact he’s 17.75 years old and has the customary unknown expiration date. He no longer has the physical reserves to sustain an extended illness. I’m taking him to the vet today, if I can get in. Fingers crossed for Spriggy.
Meanwhile, here’s a funny video, via Roy, via Wonkette:
People sometimes tell me, “I’m not a Republican. I’m a libertarian.” This sounds to me like, “I want to smoke pot with the loose-moraled Democratic girls, but still not pay taxes.” To be a libertarian is to spend your life writing checks you’ll never have to cash and knowing that no matter what happens in the next election your side won’t win, and will only have to spend the next four years having, and expressing, grand opinions about those who did. You ask me, you guys can take a little ridicule.
God, I hope the dog is OK. Here’s hoping. You guys carry the discussion today. A few ideas:
Nice NYMag piece on the ancient roots of Jewish humor in the new Woody Allen movie. (Although why is it, when I hear that Allen likes to start production on a film when his children are out of school — i.e., have an excuse to be elsewhere — that I feel simultaneously relieved and creeped out?)
Also, word is we’ll have a Supreme Court nominee by midmorning. Let it be someone good.
I’ll be in and out, and maybe back by midafternoon, if I’m not at the vet’s.