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.
a too-big stone made last year for Jude Hill’s communal quilt — the Magic Feather Project – one of many fun things turning up in my studio cleaning
Rains reached the east coast last night. After two stiflingly hot days. The torrential downpour was met with relief as I went from room to room to lift the window sashes. Opening the house to air and moisture and sound, just in time to crawl into bed was a moment of happiness. I abandoned any attempt to read. Just listened.
It is odd to say this when Boulder is such a mess with flooding, and when I know parts of New Mexico have been pummeled with storms, too. Here, it was just seasonal. Not weird. Not an anomaly. That brings a sense of relief as well.