30 May 2017


 don’t know why; I’ve been out of the hospital a week now, but I feel exhausted. It’s not like I’ve been doing anything. But even the effort of cramming the weblog with blasts from the past feels like it’s too much for me right now. I meant to return to the fake “if this be treason” exchange of Patrick Henry’s on this the anniversary of its not being said, but I’m really not up to it. More later, as I used to sign off, assuming that there ever is any more.

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