Daily Blague

It's been a while since I was up at an hour to take this photograph. To be awake enough to take it, that is.

It's another lovely day. I've got a Remicade infusion in the middle of the afternoon, and I'm happy to say that I feel as though I don't need it. That's the idea. I have a friend who also takes the drug - he's getting an infusion himself, today, as it happens, but at a different place. Because he worries about becoming resistant to Remicade, he spaces his infusions more widely than comfort would dictate, and endures about a week of feeling wretched before each refill. It's true that he's much younger than I am, and has a longer dependency to look forward to.

Nicholas Lemann explains the Judith Miller case in the current New Yorker. I must say that I was puzzled when the Times sprang to the defense of a reporter who seemed to have lost her credibility, and gallantly pumped out editorials urging her release from jail. Well, good for the Times. But Mr Lemann makes it pretty clear that Ms Miller went to jail not in defense of the First Amendment but in order to protect Team Cheney. Glad I never really felt sorry for her.