Still at large, the forks, my old iPod and a red & gold scarf.
I went to the office at nine this morning for a conference call and had meetings of various sorts until four thirty. Still, I stayed later and started writing a response to questions from human subjects. This is just another way of saying that I really only get anything done in the late afternoon.
In day late and dollar short news, a "New Poll Finds Bush Priorities Are Out of Step With Americans" [nyt]. Reading beyond the headlines still seems like a form of self mutilation.