This is my new favorite, just-downloaded-from-iTunes album du jour - very retro with an infectious homo groove. I owe it all to the CBC Radio 3 podcast, though it does make me wonder where I would find an equivalent source for good American indie music. Any suggestions?
Apparently, Scooter Libby has said that Cheney told him that Bush said it was okay to leak Valerie Plame's name to the press. Not that this comes as any real surprise, even though it only kind of implicates Bush by hearsay in a seemingly very middle schoolish kind of way. The funny thing is that Alberto Gonzales has apparently said that Bush has "inherent power" to decide to declassify information, by way of saying that it would all be okay if Bush said it could be done. But if that's the case, then the Administration is left with no explanation as to why Bush publicly condemned the leaks and why we've gone through this whole special prosecutor thing and why Scooter Libby was indicted if this whole thing was really legal in the first place because Bush said it was okay. It's all very confusing, so I'm just going to go along with Garrison Keillor on this one and put my money on love.
I love David, even though we still don't seem to have sorted out the whole sleeping arrangement thing with our respective coughs (his is from a massive allergy attack at the alpaca show last weekend). Mine is slowly improving, but I've run out of codeine, and without that to mix with antihistamines and/or alcohol, there's not much chance of uninterrupted sleep.* Tonight he woke up for a while and we held each other and coughed until I made us both some herbal tea and did a shot of some generic Dayquil and generic Robitussin mixed together in the vain hope that it would help. Now he's trying exile in the guest room, and I'm off to see if I can do a bit of spinning until the sun starts to come up and I need to rest up for work.
*I'm kidding about the alcohol, really. That stuff's horrible for sleep.