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It has come to my attention that I may have to have my face removed. Fortunately, Aleksander has long been preparing me for this eventuality. We have a game we play of an evening, a little game we call “Face…Off”. Aleksander comes waddling over with a big grin on his face, and I then remove it. The face, I mean. As far as he knows, anyway. It cracks him up no end, and provides pretty solid entertainment for Adam and me, too. Occasionally Alek tires of having his face removed, and clambers clumsily up onto the sofa to rake bloodily at mine like a deranged Nicholas Cage.

For some years now I have been entertaining the idea of a surgical solution to the chronic problems I have going on behind my face, and after the latest bout I am ready to pick up an X-Acto knife and start the cutting myself. Enough!

It is only late February and I have already finished a book! My Montana family sent the latest book spun off by late-night cable television, and less than six weeks later I have finished it. What’s more, I am proud, if that is the word, to have read every word of this book while seated on the toilet. [CLICK HERE TO UNREAD THAT SENTENCE]

This bodes well for the year in literature. The last time I mentioned my reading material it all sounded so high-minded. During this recent illness I did get a bit more of the Davies history read, but now I am beached in the midst of the 30 Years’ War, and from what I’ve seen so far it may take me as long to read about it as they did to wage it — this is a reflection on my recent reading ability, not on Davies’s prowess in captivating the reader with descriptions of the extended executions of attempted regicides.

Reasons to subscribe to the Harper’s Weekly email week-in-review continue to stream in:

President Bush, whose approval rating was at an all-time low of 19 percent, was in Africa, where he said that the United States “is not seeking African bases” when asked about AFRICOM, a U.S. military command program for Africa, and danced with Liberian President and AFRICOM supporter Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf. “The president seemed keen to impress the crowd,” said one onlooker, “with his David Brent-style gyrations.”

And finally, this is what a slow week at work looks like:
I crack up me.