Go back to bed, Don. You bore me. Paid your exhorbitant property taxes yet? Nothing left for Christmas, is there.
Actually, my pal Don seemed to be laying low during the campaign, after the conventions.
His absence was noticeable; I'd feared he was no longer in this time and place.
The other day I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw him posting again.
The primitives need to have one of these magnetic boards found in state governmental offices, that list the employees, and there's a little round magnet for each one, that they move to the "in" or "out" column painted on the board.
I was really prepared for the worst, when it came to my pal Don.