In my post yesterday I used the wrong word. I typed “I’ve actually felt trapped to offer consul and succor and …” Now, I reread this post this morning and saw the glaring error. Although I’m contrite, I am not inconsolable. I don’t feel I need to seek counseling. It was a minor error and I feel no need to seek legal counsel from a counselor. 
And you have no need to seek consolation. Granted, I should have sought counsel from a consultant. Yet I wouldn’t wish to consult a town council. Any consul from any government is as ineffectual as an intellectual with a sense of phonetics who becomes incensed with he sees his own errors.
I don’t become incensed but I’ll offer my two cents: I think it would be sensible if I took my dictionary off my console table and consulted it occasionally. Occasionally you have an issue you think you should bring to the table. I mean what’s an occasional table for if not to use when an occasion arises? And an occasion arose when I mistyped. I’m not the type to take it personally. And neither should you. So let’s table this issue.
I’ve addressed my error with proper means in an appropriate way. And I did it without consulting a consul from the ways and means committee. Well, a man has his pride. And pride goeth before the fall. And today it’s fall. I’m chilly; I’m wearing a fleece. Which is what a counselor would have done to my bank account …
August 22, 2007
