News, or no news, from Westridge

I've been thinking about posting something, but there seems little to report right at the moment. It's very gloomy here; Astrid has been rather unwell and has been reduced to eating rice mixed with broth; we attend "Wabunaki" this evening; Andrew has his phone back and is now reachable once again; Chris sent his syllabi from his courses and they look very very interesting; Erica is embarrassed to have allowed the ring baloney which she took home after Cynthia's party to get moldy in the refrigerator; the cock-fighting issue seems, mercifully, to have faded from the daily press; and so forth.

There's the State of the Union message this evening, which I'm glad I will miss. It's not because I fear the content but because of the incessant applauding after every sentence, which makes the whole affair drag unbelievably. Also well worth missing is the hour or two of spin and blather from all the pundits right after the speech. Now, back to reading John Locke on what one owes to captives taken in war, which turns out to be nothing.