Jonah:

You mean, I was not strident? Good grief, I must be losing my touch.

Or perhaps it has something to do with those guys in suits who showed up at

my front door around 9:30 and flashed that weird light in my face. They’ve

gone now, but my head hurts.

That article giving unqualified praise to W’s speech? I’ll have it right to

you, Kathryn!