My absence, more or less, for the last couple days has not been occasioned by political upheaval or (as at least some probably hoped) lack of interest.
I have been busily "passing" (what an amazing euphemism for pissing out giant, jagged boulders) four kidney stones.
I am blissfully at the point where narcotic pain meds are no longer necessary. I merely feel like someone has taken a baseball bat to my left kidney for the past 48 hours, and I can more or less kill that pain with prescription-strength doses of ibuprofen.
There are those who might argue that the writing would be more interesting if I typed away while on the drugs. Look what it did for Ken Kesey.
Alas, you'll never know, because at a certain point in the moaning and groaning my wife pointed out to me that resting a laptop across my stomach above my kidneys might actually be contributing to more intense pain. Good point, that.