Fabulous Sunday

The stomach injury appears to be improving, removing my concerns that it may have been a tear. I think we can declare it a strain, and that's a win.

Slept late, put thatch on tiki bar, napped, did laundry. I'd call it a win all the way around.

Now I have the Republicans on Fox, and it's shaping up to be at least remotely entertaining. Fred Thompson is making jokes about Ted Kennedy's girth, and Mitt Romney has some weird hairstyle going on that leads me to wonder if he's spent the weekend thus far drunk on a beach in Miami. Not that there's anything wrong with that.