But the King is not a Subject

The hormone that controls the blogging urge has been in short supply lately, but I did try to shake off my haze of fatigue tonight and think to myself: What to talk about? And of course the answer came readily—I could talk of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings. As I've said, I've been obsessed with this election lately. And while it upsets me that some of our political people will blithely say the most amazingly contradictory and impossible things, when Lewis Carroll says them it makes me chuckle.

Anyway, I'm slumping over like a melting snowman. So long! Farewell! Auf wiedersehen! And good night.