(The preceding paragraph of (slight) exaggeration is an indication of the magnitude of my disdain and disrespect for the ambitious, ex-lefty radical turncoats (or moles?) who are today running the Neo-Con con. In their youth, they set out to destroy the country. The preponderance of the evidence suggests that they are succeeding.)
It was slightly less cool tonight than the previous night. I find that I don't need a hat to avoid feeling the chill that is being blown into the room by the window fan. In fact, the hat made me feel uncomfortably warm. The persistent overcast has prevented the day's warmth from escaping, all night. The temperature of the days is rising again, as well. The new computer must arrive soon. Sluggo grows most baleful in his decline. I fear that he will do me an outrage.