Good Grief! Fucking Texas.

Drive home from Cape took forever, but everyone kept their cool and their spirits up, so it was far less painful than it might have been. Literally took about three hours to go 50 miles, but that's what you get when you leave at 10am on a Saturday in August. We know better. Came home to this relevant New Yorker cartoon. It's funny, 'cause it's true.

Thought I had more to say, but I guess I really don't, so I'll just leave you with Matthew Dickman's fine poem this evening.

More links for you to enjoy, because these cartoons amused me, this poem is fantastic, and David Sedaris rocks.

I am digging my renewed subscription to The New Yorker. This cartoon, this poem, and this article bring me great joy. Although, to be fair, I haven't read through the whole zine yet, so there is the chance I'll come across things that make me even happier. I like to read magazines from back to front. Fascinating, yes?

Youngest had a high fever and vomited throughout the night, so, once again, I am running on empty. Somehow I managed to get a lot accomplished today anyway. Tomorrow I'm sure I'll be brain dead. Three effs, baby.