Tag Nabbit...

I have so far survived being "tagged". Today that changed, courtesy of Emily (who I am sure has more than two readers).

So, following said instructions, I offer up this from JG Ballard's War Fever, which was sitting in the box next to my desk:

Even so, I have to be careful not to give the game away. I maintain a reasonably kempt appearance, wave from the upstairs windows at Mrs. Johnson and gesture apologetically at the overgrown lawn. She understands -- I have been abandoned by my wife, condemned to the despair of a womanless world.

I won't name names with regards to tagging. But if anyone who reads this has a blog of their own (and you don't make your saving throw), then leave a comment and let me know you've taken up the tag.