Tread lightly on the things of earth

Voting in the Tennessee primary last Tuesday must’ve been a Dean support closure thing for me, a last-reserves burst of energy like the final moments before crossing a 10K race finish line. I crossed it, and now I’m temporarily out of glycogen.

I really didn’t realize just how much sustaining hope I was deriving from the Dean campaign’s ideals and my support of them — and just how little wherewithal I’d have left for anyone else.

I’m around, just sitting down fer a spell to ketch my breaf.