A week or two ago, Tim Blair linked to a post here, and I swelled up so big I feared a rib might pop loose. My site-meter pegged; I felt like tap-dancing on the ceiling. From the other side of the planet, he'd made my year.

The next day, Tim announced he had cancer.

There is no one else who does what Tim does every day and appears to have as much fun doing it. Which is why his site is among the first three I call up each morning. And one reason I should long ago have placed a see-through coffee shield between me and my monitor.

I do not want to see his name as the subject of an e-mail. Do add him to your prayers for courage and a prompt recovery. The only other way to ensure his immortality would be to wangle him a front-row seat in the White House press room.

Which seems possible, given Tim's connections.

Wow.

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