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Hard work? How hard is it?

I told Barb tonight that I was going to watch the debate with a dull knife nearby – the better to take my mind off the pain of watching. Holy moly.

I realize that both of them are taking brief notes while their opponent is talking. Bush, though, was flipping his over and over with a slightly panicked look on his face. I would love to see that sheet of paper up close. Looked like a lot of crib notes with lots and lots of “must not forget this” things. Small sections, lots of notes. He keeps referring to the notes

Three quarters of the way through and I can say that only Kerry is able to string whole sentences together and deliver them in such a way that you can follow the entire thought start to finish.

One more thing: I think that every “extra” thirty seconds called for was brought on by Bush. At one point, he sputtered, he was acknowledged and given thirty seconds and then stared at the camera trying to figure out what to say.

I think I’m supposed to be impressed because he keeps telling me that “it’s hard work.”

I’m Mary Beth, and I not only approved this message, but I wrote it and posted it to my BLOG wirelessly from my sewing room. Take that!