Earlier this evening my family went to dinner with my in-laws. Before dinner we took the kids outside to burn off some energy.

My nephew, Charlie, was running around the yard with a stick. In his defense, all the kids were. I warned them to stop running with the sticks even though they thought it was fun.

Sure enough, he fell down and poked himself in the eye. He cried, and then tried to blame it on my son for tripping him even though that’s not what happened.

Last week, Tom Delay poked himself in the eye with a stick.

So I’m sitting here sucking down soda as fast as I can to help myself stay awake. During those moments, when your noggin feels off kilter, you can make some keen observations about people.

I just had a “hallway conversation” with a co-worker. Afterwards, all I can say is for some people there are two ways to get through life. One, to believe everything or, two, doubt everything. Either way saves you the trouble of thinking for yourself.