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We first met Robert about sixteen years ago, and have enjoyed his company ever since. He's been a regular houseguest in our part of New Hampshire, and was one of those rare people who had an open invitation to drop by whenever he might feel like it because his company was always welcome. Aside from our shared professional interests, he was just excellent company.

Those who know him will remember his smile whenever a bastardized reference to The Big Lebowski was made, and can see his response to this:

Robert may have left the building, but The Dude abides.

Good grief. Please add my voice to the chorus of good wishes. We're all looking forward to you showing us what a fast loris is like.

(Lorises! Or are we Lorii? But we are! With caffeine! And red pencils! We like red pencils! And manuscript pages! Marks! We can make marks! Germany can't even complain now, because they use Euros, while we make lots and lots of marks!)

Dang. I'm not allowed caffeine anymore.

Xopher:

Nice ducts! (Brazil)

Sorry to hear about the bug that has zapped you. Feel better soon!

For readers who haven't had the flu yet, and who wanted flu shots but couldn't get them in October, try checking with your doctor now. Nancy and I were able to get shots at our PCP's office a couple of days before Christmas. Someone there said that they not only have the shots, but because so few people are thinking to ask for it, they're afraid much of their supply may have to be disposed of when it reaches the expiration date.

For readers who have the flu, a couple of suggestions. Nancy likes to take a British cold remedy called Lem-Sips, fortified with a nice single-malt scotch, every four to six hours until she is feeling better. A friend has what he calls the sombrero cure: sit down, cross your legs, and put a sombero over the upper foot; drink tequila until the sombrero falls off; go to bed and sleep it all off. I can't vouch for either of these myself, but maybe someone will be able to make use of them.

Best wishes to all for improved health!

I hate jobs that take me out of the city, but the client offered good money plus expenses, so here I sat. He ran a bar out in the middle of nowhere, and I couldn't figure out how he stayed in business, unless it was because of his daughter. Bess was her name, and her dark hair shadowed a face that would make half of Hollywood hide in shame, and bring the other half here for a drink if they only knew about her. The rye was pretty good, too.

I couldn't stay inside much longer. It was night now, one of those clear nights with a few clouds where the full moon turns everything purple. Through a window I could see that the only road gleamed as it aimed toward the hills. I'd rather have stared longer at the lush slopes beneath Bess's white blouse, but duty called. Somewhere over the border there was a two-bit hood who'd be coming soon to bother my client's daughter, just like he did every time the moon was full. He probably would have fit in with the Hollywood crowd, if it ever found this place, because I was told he had style of a sort--if you can call carrying a sword, riding a horse, and wearing a lace-fronted shirt style. But I wasn't here to be a fashion critic. I just had to keep him from coming back.

Randall, what scares me is the idea of the Shrub being elected for the first time, with a real majority of the votes cast. If that happens, we might just need to join you north of the border....

In a different vein, thank you for the disconnect provided by the video link. I'm still trying to decide whether it was a finely crafted metaphor for...something or other, or if it was just a whimsical moment with no importance at all.

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