Having showered, waiting for the coffee to espress. Thinking further; if I could just get so far, India might be fun to visit. But no, if it isn't Paris, it's Mexico. So, now, I must find a reliable travel agent. I'll proceed as if Plan A were feasible, right up to the point where I find myself shut down or turned away--or not. Within the next week. Horrifying it is, how in the Great World the Bush torture/detainee bill has slid down the collective gullet without a murmur, without so much as discussion of it. Nobody, yet, seems quite to understand what's happened to us.