I did the breast stroke in the pool, as a tribute to the book, "Breast Stroke," the collaboration of Jane and me. I am SO grateful to be alive. I have never enjoyed a swim so much in my life. It is like we have our own little corner of the world here. I guess we do. I will look for leprecauns tonight.
The news in Inverness is that Ken Lay is not dead, and the coffin will be empty, as he goes on with life. It is an interesting theory, and I am content to be away from politics for a few days, though I do think of Cindy Sheehan with each bite of food I eat.