It’s late. I’ve been writing. Paid off nicely, I think, though the throughput is small. Oh well. Hope you all had a good evening, and are snug in your beds. That’s where I’m headed too … your beds. No no no, that’s not right. My bed.

Meanwhile, back at the disasters, turns out the real screwup was our mighty homeland-security secretary and not so much the more minor dipwad who walked the plank. There’s a cool plot-twist, huh?

Well, it’s late.