My precious laptop croaked, and I'm fighting with Apple about it. And business is heating up.
Hence, light blogging, soon to be remedied, I hope.
At least you won't hear about the non-story of the century, the Valerie Plame-Joe Wilson-Bob Novak-Judith Miller foofaraw. The misguided notion of a Journalist's privilege might be worth a mention, but otherwise, my friends, it's a Yawn.