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I'm getting twisted, I'm getting sick

This is one of those uncomfortable days when I don't feel good but don't feel quite awful enough to go home early. I've felt tired and achy all day, and I wonder if something else is ailing me besides the cellulitis. Which is continuing to recede...the redness is almost gone and the swelling is going down as well. Still sort of warm and painful to the touch, though. As for the other leg, the leaking continues to diminish on a daily basis and I may even be able to stop bandaging it in a week or two at this rate.

Still plodding through We Were Soldiers Once...and Young, with side trips into William Gibson's All Tomorrow's Parties and Order of the Phoenix.

Unrelated but interesting, something Instapundit linked yesterday: a reflection by Julie Neidlinger on the attitudes the coastal folks (specifically those in the NYDCLA zones) have towards folks out here on the prairies. Part two of that relection is here. This is something I've been interested in since moving out here to Minnesota, stoked by Bill James' resentful cri de coeur at the way Kansas City was treated in the "national" press during the 1985 World Series, and I found Julie's pair of essays to be full of rare common sense. Let's face it: there are people who prefer cities, people who prefer the country, and people who like to live in various kinds of suburban zones, and any effort to convince these people that they really ought to be living somewhere else should be greeted with polite indifference at best and an unsubtle STFU at worst, depending on how irritating and preachy the would-be persuader is being. Personally, I've never lived in the country or a small town, but I can understand the attraction as well as the frustration of folks whose way of life is being destroyed by economic forces beyond their control.