AS I LAY DYING...
Sick. Unhappy. Half the day in bed, the other half on the couch with Christopher Buckley.

Oh wait. That didn't come out right.

Anyway, my condition doesn't seem to be improving, but I hope to bring you some bloggy goodness on Wednesday. Even if I don't make it to the office.

Uh... not that I would blog from the office, of course.

PS: not that Christopher Buckley would really be on my couch, but -- if he was -- I would have kicked his ass to the curb a few hours ago when, on page 60 of Boomsday, I read "...and a beach condo in Rehobeth that she never used."

That is why we carefully proofread our manuscripts, Mr. Buckley. You might want to consult a map of Delaware before your second printing.