Gentle Readers, you already got the Saturday stuff out of you systems, or at least the weekend parts that carried the digits about international crisis de jour with that little fellow in the smudged sweat clothes and the Holy Father apparent recovery from influenza.

Accordingly, we will limit this to the apparently recovery of Creative Section member
Vic, who claims to be doing the same thing with less fanfare. He had a piece of note paper featooned with numbers indicating just how many emails had been in the sanitized queue after the two automatic scrubs intended to remove obvious junk although some is the most fun.

He claimed to have a mummified picture of actor Gene Hackman to prove something, but had settled with a selfie from the tunnel under the middle Pyramid at Gaza in Egypt. He claims it reminded him of digging through the extended string of material from his pals who had been at Hue in Vietnam in 1968 or had their early adulthoods impacted by the North Vietnamese offensive.

Vic he had succeeded in wading through two months of messages on the Ukraine war and the the events in Gaza and he had hit the last highlight and everything was caught up. He was dug out. He said it always felt a little like that late morning in Giza after plunging down into the tunnel complex with those thousands of men and women who seemed to have something to do with the Pharoes or tourists or a Cold War which seemed to be over except it was just the one twenty years after the conflict in Vietnam.

Or wrapped around it, as displayed by Mr. Trump and Mr. Zelenskyy in that remarkable public shout0down about cards and the Third World War which Vic thought had ended a month before he emerged, digging out, from below those dusty pyramids. Seems like something we just have to honor as part of our human experience. And try to keep the dust down in our time in it!