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Best realization of the day, in the car, in the morning traffic, driving back home to get ready for work after dropping Christopher off: It's Tuesday, not Monday.

In unrelated news, entomologists are punsters. (Via Maud.) (I would link to Alan DeNiro's wonderful poem about Emily Dickinson dancing like a bomb, but I can't find it online anymore.)

Have a nice Tuesday. I plan to do lots of things today, including revising two more chapters. See, if I tell you people, then I have to do it.

worm "Hope is the Thing With Feathers," Trailer Bride

namecheck Please, anyone stop Al Trautwig!