I wanted to write something thoughtful about Joe Sestak’s response to a letter I sent him asking him and his House colleagues to begin impeachment hearings. I find myself disheartened and so I can’t respond. It was basically a “Yeah, but” kind of response. Yeah, we know they’ve done illegal things, but they’re not as bad as Watergate. Gah. But they’re worse than Monicagate, no? Sad. Just sad.
I’m pretty much in full vacation mode, now that the dissertation is done. Which means I do basically nothing on the weekends. Yesterday, I hung out at the pool. Today, it’s raining. I might muster the energy for some laundry or grocery shopping.
I find myself wondering if I’d read a newspaper if I subscribed to one. Probably not. I get all my news from teh internets.
In exactly 5 days, we go on vacation, and it’s a real vacation–no defense hanging over my head.
I find myself wanting to clear out the clutter that’s collected in the last two years while I was writing, but I also find myself not caring that much. Because clutter is not particularly intellectually stimulating.
I had a dream last night about writing a paper or a book or something. Hmm. Wonder where that came from.