It really must be summer. I dozed through the Sonia Sotomayor hearings this morning, fortunately waking to the best part, a discussion of old Perry Mason TV episodes. Listening to the right wing nutcases on the radio leading up the hearings I was starting to picture something like the amazing death sequence of Pris in Bladerunner, kicking and screaming in the ultimate outburst of impotent rage at being forced to die before her time. It seemed that the right wing was about to embark upon some similar exercise. But no, in the calm of the senate hearing room, summertime drowsiness crept in causing quiet sedate questions and quiet measured responses. Ahhh... the decorum of the senate still holds sway, the perfect antidote to insomnia.