About the only planned attack on America that happened yesterday was the concentrated programming of 9/11 retrospective, first-person, documentary, and “very special episodes” on TV last night. Thank God, at least I can turn the TV off.

BG&E came out to estimate installation of new electrical wiring this morning; they quoted $900 for the ground floor and $2700 for the upstairs. Yeesh. The ground floor would be doable if I didn’t have a lot of irons in the fire, but the upstairs is a different matter. That’s going to have to wait until spring, unless money starts falling from the sky.

In other news, Mr. Johnny Cash is dead at 71. I think that just about every contemporary recording artist should start a fund to build some kind of temple for him in the desert like they did for the ancient kings of Egypt, and inter him in a sarcophagus of black gold. Or build for him a Viking warship, place him on the deck, and send it off to Valhalla under a full moon. Because they owe him big. Rest in Peace, man.