Who knew that reading indictments would become something like a hobby? Seven counts goes well with coffee!
You can read Stone’s here.
(This is the dog Stone threatened). And below is one of the first podcasts I’ll listen to once it’s up. Meanwhile, @renato_mariotti on twitter features a meaty long thread this morning.
The wind yesterday felt retributive.
I just let Rachel tell me about the indictments as I drink my evening decaf.
Is that another pouch aborning? Just in time for V Day (aka my younger daughter’s birthday)
I just watched her, too. Can the republicans really hold up the house intel committee merely by failing to appoint people? Eric swalwell seemed to think not. An unsettling idea.
The heart is a little wall hanging.
The heart is comfort. The news is not and though I hear it, and read it, I’m not giving it any room in my head. I don’t love a good fight. I don’t like being jerked around by this bullying boring mess up there in the halls of power. I think I used to but it was so long ago….
Understand. I hardly recognize myself. This wanting to know every detail. The need to hear the experts weigh in. It is A LOT of drama and the stakes could hardly be bigger.