Fighting in the shade.

I grew tired and halfhearted in the middle of a particular snit yesterday and decided to change subjects.


Fairly characteristic, but the segue was ill-timed:

J: "Do you realize what today is the anniversary of?"

A: (stammering) "What? Well...uh...just give me...lemme...Maybe it's...?"

J: "You know this one."

A: "I really...er...well..."

J: (suddenly aware that it all sounded like a nasty trap) "Oh, good christ no! What do you think of me?"
"Thermopylae, dude. Thermopylae."

Happy August 11th.