Lileks seems to be incommunicado these past few days, so I thought as a public service I'd write one of his Bleats:
Thunder is rolling in off the Rockies. Strings of rain sting the windows.
That's as far as I've gotten today. Tomorrow I'll start earlier and I hope to have three or four sentences lined up and ready to march.
I love reading James' stuff, but he's in danger of becoming a quiet, stilled voice.