One thing stands for certain when one is home with the crud and cannot speak above a croaky whisper: you watch a lot of television, read a mountain of books and magazines, and get really familiar with the backs of your eyelids.
While recovering from the latest and greatest epizutti making the rounds of our fair city, it was our privilege to partake of all three sickroom activities.
After a couple of days, I had heard about all I cared to ever know about the TSA’s search practices being performed at our country’s airports. Between that and all the harping about the Bush Tax Cuts expiring January 1, I have heard about all the national news I care to hear for sometime to come. For one thing, Congress may do some really stupid stuff, but surely they aren’t stupid enough to saddle the American public with exponentially higher tax bills. If they do, the resulting firestorm will make the Boston Tea Party look like Pin the Tail on the Donkey at a kiddie party.