I was going to begin the blog launch tonight, but I’m so tired I can’t keep my eyes open or think coherently (case in point: three attempts to spell coherently), so I’ll shoot for tomorrow night. I need something to screw up meeting my column deadline anyway. This’ll be perfect.

BTW, did anyone else read that another guy, a live guy, was pulled from the wreckage that is now Haiti — two weeks after getting buried in the ruble. I can’t imagine the trauma from being buried alive for two weeks.

I get claustrophobic if I get stuck in my coat when the zipper separates. It’s safe to say I would not emerge from the ruble entirely of sound mind upstairs.

My upstairs compartment is loosely tethered at best anyway at: pam(at)viewfromthenorth40(dot)com