I know I've been giving the impression, what with the relative paucity of prose here of late and the fact that most of my entries have been personal of nature, that my mind has drifted from its usual course. But that other side of me is still at work behind the scenes. As I pulled into the Trader Joe's parking lot a few minutes ago I thought, "I should blog about Carl Schmitt." I'm not going to, at least not now, because I don't want to go there during the holiday season. Be aware, however, that I could and at the drop of a Ronald Reagan ten-cent piece.