Yet September 3, 2008
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One friend says McCain’s Palin pick is the final nail in his coffin; another says now he’s sure to win. One friend is diagnosed with cancer; another’s disease is turning up the heat. A sorely understaffed office in the middle of Vermont is downsizing again.
A fresh 2,500-page edit towers above me; when I glance down, I can see my tax bills. And look, over there! Hurricanes and public displays of convention!
Yet, following a full and festive Labor Day weekend, there is my husband, reminder of All Things Good, saying, “I’ve been to a marvellous party!” He couldn’t have liked it more.
Route 153 
yikes!
Did young Bobby Carr do a stunt at the bar with a lot of extraordinary men?
My dear Craig, however did you know?
I want to go to a marvelous party and be reminded of all things good. I took to my bed last night depressed about the Republican convention (there, I’ve said it).
My dear Bridgett, I know exactly how you feel. The only coverage I can bear to watch is the Daily Show‘s.
I’m with B. I want to go to a marvellous party too.
And with IB, I love the Daily Show.
Please give my love to Nunu, and Nada, and Nell.