Before falling asleep last night, I was thinking about what today's post would be. I realized I hadn't come back to the idea of a 2000 posts contest, and I thought of some light, glib things I could say.
Then I woke up today. Anger. No, rage. I've felt physically sick all day. It's no time to be glib or light. It's time to work and work hard and work tirelessly.