On that most portentious day.

Belated returns of the day.

I took a phone call yesterday, from Holly. "Matt, I'm sorry, I forgot," she said.

"No problem," I responded. "I didn't get you a Texas Independence Day card, either."

It turned out that she was referring to having forgotten to inform me that I needn't drop by to fix her computer (it didn't really need my meager attentions, after all), as I'd promised to do.

But she didn't find anything strange about my little joke. In my family, we take Texas history quite seriously.