A Kiss and a Promise

A short, sad tale this morning, Bush. A recurrence of the hives last night around nine (I've begun to think it's the chlorine in the jacuzzi that might be causing it). Took a pill--one of those antihistamines the doctor prescribed last week--and it knocked me out. Fast asleep by nine-thirty, and hardly stirred until eight this morning. Still feeling doped and bleary. More tomorrow, perhaps. Thinking about the Michael Jackson circus, up in Santa Maria… Maybe something for Monday, when the trial starts. Cheers to you for the weekend.