It seems that I do still have a blog! What I don't have is a finished research paper, but that situation is due to be remedied any day now. The whole thing is causing me untold stress; nearly 90% of the way through it, having written volumes and dug through every known archive of Cold War arcana, I am not even sure that my thesis is right. I'm like an undersecretary to John Foster Dulles; just realizing that massive retaliation might not be all it's cracked up to be, but with no choice except to follow the path that's been laid before him. Assuming I can even bear to look at it anymore, and that's a rash assumption, it's too late to revise my thesis. So it is what it is (I was going to use another Cold War metaphor here, but I just don't have the mental resources right now to dig one up).
It's ten o'clock, my children are in bed, and I hope to be there myself very soon; I'm on the brink of exhaustion (ha, there's a Cold War metaphor right there) (yes, I know it's a stupid one). Good night, sleep tight, don't let the damn Commies, fellow travelers and fifth columnists bite.