Not a whole heck of a lot going on today, which is fine by me. We're waiting for the visiting nurse and I then want to run over to Boscov's to get a few things. Got a nice e-mail from brother Jim and have been reading the narrative he got from niece Joan, who got it from her mother, my sister, who got it from our mutual mother. However, as I mentioned, I don't think our father wrote it. The handwriting seems too fancy, for one thing, and I kinda doubt if he had cousins named William and Henry. I'm just listening to Bush justifying sending more troops to Iraq by saying it will facilitate "a lasting peace." Yes, yes, he's absolutely right: Send more Americans over to kill and be killed and that will bring peace. War is peace. Oh, Eric Blair--not Tony--where are you now that we need you?