Hot Potatoes Log
3:30 p.m. Went for a 2-mile wife with my wife, who noted that we're 5 days from the shortest day of the year. She's looking forward to the 21st because afterward each day gets a little longer. I'm just enjoying the mild winter.
3:02 p.m. Spotted that "comment" from Trapped In Hell. Dunno if it's legit or not. But it sounds true. I know how things are over at the other paper. You be the judge.
2:30 p.m. Crawled up on my two-story roof, with a 45-degree pitch, to unclog the fireplace snowcap. Dunno who the genius was that invented snowcaps with nickel-size holes in them, but he can climb on my roof the next time we have a wet snow. The dang thing always clogs up.
12:12 p.m. Bill McCrory sends along sage advice: "Big mistake going into the office when you're on vacation. Maybe a disguise..."
12:11 p.m. The number of e-mails, letters and phone calls from the "Red State" rant has just reached 91. Dunno if I can get another 9 for triple digits. I think I can. I think I can. I think ...
10:35 a.m. Gotta pick up the car from Robideaux's. Then, down to the paper to tie up ends that were left loose last night when I fought deadlines to the end. Didn't even put a recording on the telephone to let callers know that I would be on vacation for a bit.
8:45 a.m. Noticed Butch Otter's running for Idaho guv. No surprise. At this point, I wouldn't hesitate to vote for him over Lt. Gov. Jim Risch. We'll see how things pan out.
8:30 a.m. Stayed up into the wee hours readng Michael Reagan's new book, "Twice Adopted," and got up late. It's va-a-a-cation, folks. Hot dog. Since the weather's so nice, relatively speaking, I'll probably get hit with some Honey-dos. So, there is a down side. On another upside, Amy Dearest flies home from University of Portland tonight. Can't beat family for the holidays.