What a Week: I've taken another 4-week furlough from the job, so I'm spending my days with my boy. As you can probably understand, I'm loath to waste this time doing things like reading the paper, certainly not while the poop express chugs on. The headlines have come in like waves, and I watch them roll back again at the end of the day, too tired to listen to Chris Matthews shout like a 90-year-old with a bum hearing aid. I glance at the town's evening paper (AP, basically) when I step out for an evening smoke, and that's that. (Besides, the new Atlantic Monthly features Dr. O'Rourke giving Clinton the business, and why pass that up to hear about how France is such a stick in le mud?)