It rains as I write this, a good strong rain, not harsh, but certainly not weak and sickly. It's been coming down for a few hours now, and that's the way I like it, but now, as the evening drags on, I become tired. Is it time to go to bed? Not if this blog has anything to say about it (and it usually does). So much left undone today, posts unwritten, Bret's crazy non-arguments unexamined. I need a short rain nap, to rest and listen, and hopefully be restored so as to come back here shortly and finish the day's work at SE.
Either that or I'll just see you tomorrow, but I really do plan to be back before the night is over.
Right now I'm reading Huckleberry Finn again. I reread it periodically. I still think the King and the Duke take up too much of the book, and that the last section (which I'm reading now, where Tom and Huck plot to "free" Jim) stinks quite a bit (though not entirely). But then, it is Mark Twain and probably the greatest of American novels, so what's to complain about? If I can keep my eyes open, I'll read a little more while the rain still falls.
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