It’s Labor Day Weekend, which means a glorious three days of rusticating for yours portly. The school year is back in full swing, but I’ve been slowly recovering from an extended cold that began as a sore throat, morphed into days of nose-blowing, and metastasized into a hacking cough. The cough should—God willing—be the final phase, and it seems to be getting better with a combination of Mucinex, expired cough medicine, and rest.
The plan this weekend is—aside from some light grading—a lot of rest. I’m also excited to watch the South Carolina Gamecocks play their season opener (kick-off is tantalizingly close as I write this post). My girlfriend has come up to my little adopted hometown, and is feeding me all sorts of delicious things. It’s a fairly idyllic weekend, minus the cough.
It’s these sorts of things—resting after a week of hard work, enjoying a good meal, reading interesting books, and watching college football (all with good company, of course)—that make social peace such a coveted prize, and so worth preserving. There is so much hatred and insanity in the public square now, and I fear that the socket wrench of revolution is ratcheting up with ever-greater intensity.
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