What's got you down, Chum? Did a craven attack on a civilian airliner get in the way of your fundraising? Are you forced to lay off 18,000 people a week after publicly advocating for increased immigration? Share your pain, friends.
After ballooning to 191.6 on vacation, a week of moderate eating and exercise has me down to 187 today. Brother Tom has continued to provide both an excellent example of the benefits of diet and exercise and of the need for more effective psychotropic drugs to control personality disorders. And yes, Tom, I do believe that my propensity to post a timely BFFFFA is correlated with weight loss that week.
I'm working with a bunch of "young gun" right of center defense and foreign policy types in DC today and then carousing with them a bit in the early evening. Rather than fight the beachgoers all the way to Easton, only to get up at the crack of dawn for my drive to the ancestral center of the McGrath order (North Crack-a-lina), I shall hole up for the night in a posh spot in NoVa for a pittance after having redeemed Hotels.com stay points.
Heading down to see Ma and Pa, the former having turned a sprightly 79 on Wednesday. I'm rolling through the Capital of the Confederacy in the AM, there to accumulate the spawn of younger brother Patrick, the artist formerly known as "Goldwater's Ghost". Young Liam and Emma will be at brother Tom's house with their parents for a visit, and then I'll convey them down for a longer visit with their sainted grandparents. I do hope they won't mind my propensity to blog at 100 mph.
Be well, friends. Be well.