At last, the schedule of the damned is done for another year. For two weeks every year I take over the graveyard shifts during the Christmas vacation season. It takes me the better part of a month to get my clock back on schedule.

There are some strange people up and wandering about at 4 in the morning. It's strange , there's a very different attitude amongst people out at 4 and those out at 5. The people wandering around at 4 in the morning are generally ne'er do wells, and the people out at 5 are the eager go-getters off to seize the day.

What a difference the hour makes.

I'm watching the magic box this morning, pondering when Bush and his crew will finally admit that they've made a mistake in Iraq, and what happens? He starts another war on a different continent. The fact that he sent helicopter gunships into yet another country has barely caused a blip on the news radar.