Today was rare and strange--one of my better days, considering. Immediately after declaring that the magnificent Britannica Eleventh was "too bloody expensive these days" (and consoling myself with the Ninth Edition), one of the former turned up at the Kirkland Library book sale for $100! It is far from perfect, missing the index and Vol. XII (so much for the glory that was Greece)--but it is THE Eleventh, and now it is MINE. (My words to Sue as she went to the sale were--"Check to see if they have the Britannica Eleventh." Little did I imagine they would actually have one!)

Then, as if to add extra cheese to the grand pizza of life, my letter to Bartcop appeared in today's edition--concerning Bush's statement that it didn't really matter if Saddam had WMDs, as long as the American people BELIEVED that he did. (Sue and I were just trying to track down the original quote, uttered at a press conference in Pretoria, which NO ONE AT ALL SEEMS TO HAVE REMARKED UPON.)

I seem to have found the Free Parking space on my personal Monopoly board, where Life is Good.