I’m still pretty devastated by the loss of the 21st century’s incarnation of Edgar R. Murrow. It’ll be all I can do to drag myself to work today. I think a national day of mourning (or at least a national morning of mourning) should be declared. But I’ll try to persevere. I need to get through this day since the season premiere of Weeds is on tonight. Sadly, I don’t know any Nancy Botwins these days, so I won’t be able to appropriate the necessary substances to properly appreciate the show. But, we all do what we can.