From Santa Fe...

I realized only when I got to the airport and bought a newspaper yesterday that it was your sixtieth birthday. Sorry, Bush, to have neglected to add birthday wishes to my otherwise rather bleak message for the day (q.v.). Had I known sooner, of course, I might have tried to find something just a bit more cheery for you. Ah, well... This morning, we're watching your press conference from Chicago in our Santa Fe Hotel room. So far it's turning out to be more of a speech than a press conference... Hope the press get to ask a couple of questions at some point. As for us, we're leaving in a few minutes for the museum, so there's no time to watch more, let alone to write. More later, as and when...