Casa de Josh [late afternoon]

[professor_lyman]

Josh? Delaying the inevitable?

Damn right.

He had three messages from Congressman Santos stacked in front of him, a giant mug of coffee, poll numbers for the likely Democratic candidates in New Hampshire for '09 and a box of speeches to read through.

He'd made his decision.

He just didn't want to tell anyone.

[ooc: House door is totally

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[tricksy_spy]

Aly knocked on the door then poked her head in. "Anyone home or am I interrupting some sport with men pounding on each other?"

[professor_lyman]

"The Pats are whaling on the Jets," Josh said, glancing up at the TV, "so it's hardly worth watching. Hey, you."

[tricksy_spy]

She grinned and slipped inside and over to give him a kiss, eyes taking in his papers. "I was hoping for hockey, but football will do, I suppose. Hey yourself."

[professor_lyman]

"I keep hoping for a bolt of lightning to come down and smite them for being too damn good," Josh said. "There's beer in the fridge. Or coffee."

He peered into his mug, where his had gone cold. "Huh. I really haven't been paying attention."