I was on vacation in Washington State and returned late to the mountain top to get my blogs posted when I realized that my UPS had died. So, there I was, all ready to write and no way to do it.
Well, I could have ventured down into the deep, dark abyss of power cords and attempted to untangle the mess, plug the pertinent power cords into a surge protector and then done my journalistic chores. But, there was another problem... I had a glass of Irish whiskey on the rocks staring me in the face. So, I did the natural thing and took care of first things first; I drank the whiskey.
Unlike someone else in the country, I will now accept the blame for not getting published yesterday. And I will apologize for ignoring my duties to you, the loyal reader. And I will not mention the fact that James Clapper and George Bush were both sitting here drinking along with me, thereby preventing me from properly doing my job.
But then again, I don't occupy the White House, either.
I'll be back in my usual and rare form tomorrow.
The Hermit.
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