At least she’s not writing about dolphins this time

It was a bad day to be Roy Edroso. First, there was this (which, along with comments like this, have been sending me into fits of laughter for about 24 hours now). Then you wake up and — crushed by the Mets’ loss the previous night, head pounding as your brain wrings the booze from each lobe — you go and read Peggy Noonan, who clearly found a sandwich bag of pretty pills on the side of the road the other day and decided to eat them all.

So sorry, Roy. Get better soon.