This doesn't have anything to do with the generic malaise that seems to be affecting the game at the moment, it's just me needing to exert time control and do what I'm supposed to do during my waking hours instead of pissing my time away on fun but unproductive things.
Found a used copy of Keith Laumer's The Glory Game on Amazon and ordered it last week while I still had money. I was surprised how old it is; the copy right is 1973, just three years after "Message to an Alien", which is the second half of the book. The first half is something rare - a look at the Concordiat's Space Arm from the inside, with all the political skulduggery that implies. I don't think it would be much of a stretch to say that Commodore Tancredi Dalton's tale is a Retief story except without the flippant humor that's the trademark of those story about diplomatic hijinkery.
Supposed to rain with occasional T-storms all week here, and I guess the parts of Alexandria I don't visit that often are going to get a tad wet.
Worth reading: Cobb's Thinking Too Much About America.