Well here I am, up at 1 am in the Mountain World, resting idly on the horns of a dilemma: I have six pages of notes from tonight's installment of the Eight is Enough crowd debating (though with the addition of New Mexico's Gary Johnson, now we're up to nine), thoughts about my R.E.M. memories, and the overwhelming desire to riff on our ever-story-worthy local boy made bad, Brother Haggard.
It's a pregnant pause which I'm sure the matrons of the sleep world will sort out for me shortly. I shall drift off with thoughts of low-hanging, ripe fruit, giant beach balls on tees, and wheelbarrows full of witticisms.
Hopefully I'll wake up: It is Equinox after all.
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