I have to finish packing for France, but instead I am sorting through state quarters. I spend my time so well I can hardly believe it. In the meantime, I have a box of crap I would like you all to eat depending on your reaction or not to Arthur C. Clarke's death, Barack Obama's speech, and my news that it is raining mud.
No Idol update tonight. I was running errands. Perhaps it will be rerun over the Atlantic.