Was there anything else to yesterday worth mentioning? I began reading Gerhard Maier's book on the Tendaguru expeditions, and then I read the first chapter of Ecoshamanism: Sacred Practices of Unity, Power and Earth Healing by James Endredy (Llewellyn Publications, 2005). At three o'clock a.m., neither I nor Spooky were sleepy, so I read her Lord Dunsany's "The Coming of the Sea." I've found that the lilt of Dunsany's prose is good when sleep won't come. But, otherwise, yesterday was a pretty unremarkable day.
There's a Washingston Post editorial which, I think, manages to get at precisely what is so very absurd and offensive about claims by John Gibson, Bill O'Reilly, the American Family Association, and various other conservative yahoos that "war" has been declared on Xmas. I admit I am curious, though, whether or not Halliburton will win the contract to pretend to rebuild Xmas when the imaginary war is over.
Well, back to the word mines. Remind me to tell you about the discovery of a faerie horseshoe in our driveway...