Sitting in the wreckage of yesterday’s activities, I’m torn between two important writing projects: this blog, and commenting on the looming University of Alaska Timber Sale (see Something New to Worry About).
I’m beat, feeling shy, introverted, and uncommunicative. I need to keep up the blog while figuring out how to write one of the most important letters of my life. I’m feeling a day late and a dollar short, yet I can’t help but marvel at what a rich man I am, in the best sense of the term. My riches may not be measured in dollars or consumer goods, but I’m a wealthy man nevertheless.
First, I woke up thinking I was late for commenting on the UA timber sale, as the deadline was tomorrow. When I went to the site to pick up links to send to some friends, I found two important new bits of information:

