My uncle’s been in the hospital again, and spent a couple days more or less unconscious. When he came to my mother was sitting in the hospital with him, and he looks over at her and says, without any warning, “So, what happened to Kerry?”
My mom says “Carrie?”
“Did he win in Virginia? How about Tennessee?”
“Oh! That Kerry, yes, he’s really out in front now. I haven’t really been paying attention for the past couple of days, but there’s an article here if you want me to read it to you…”
So she ends up reading him the New Yorker profile of Kerry, and an in-depth article about military privatization and Halliburton, and so forth, for the better part of the afternoon. Later, he had to tell my grandmother (again) how to print email from his computer to bring in to him, and he was feeling well enough to be annoyed at her. Theoretically he’s got under a week to go. I’m betting more because he’s as stubborn as my grandmother is.
Secretly Ironic 