It’s Indictment Watch time again! But THAT took a left turn! I woke up yesterday on pins and needles, wondering if we would hear about a new expected indictment against trump regarding Special Prosecutor Jack Smith’s January 6th investigation, but instead we were hit with a superseding indictment to the classified documents case. It’s a doozy. It’s gobsmacking how brazen and relentless and corrupt, and so plainly incriminating his conduct was, always has been, and continues to be. Garbage human. It’s all like watching a poorly scripted mob movie. I’m very intrigued to hear the details of the Jan. 6th indictment, which is now expected some time next week. I have closely followed the investigation and never missed a single House Select Jan. 6 Committee hearing last year, so I am shivering in anticipation! What will we learn that we didn’t know?
Speaking of left turns, after Nikki came shooting in through our bedroom window last night, I closed it to ensure she didn’t head back out to gallivant all night (which she manages to do fairly often). We’ve had her for 4 years now, and she still hasn’t figured out the pet door that Wylie uses all the time. She’s never connected those dots. (Not the sharpest whisker…) I remember petting her a couple of times as she saddled up to me while I was reading my book last night, but by the time I headed to bed, there was no sign of her. Unusual. She’s always somewhere, usually plopped on the floor or stretched out on the bathroom rug, or even snoozing under our bed with paws or a tail sticking out. But I didn’t see her anywhere. This morning there was still no sign of her. Eventually John and I searched the house, including the shop, the studio, the garage—every single nook or cranny we could think of. I was convinced she’d gotten outside somehow, because we called her all over the house and she would have come. So then we called outside, John went to the top of the driveway, and I called some more over the front and back decks, and nothing. Needless to say, I was feeling worried and scared. Hours went by with continued searches and calls, and John went out to sit on the deck. And suddenly, there was Nikki standing beside me. I did not see which direction she came from. She was just suddenly THERE. Did she finally (!) figure out the pet door? (I didn’t hear it flap). Did she enter and then return through a portal to an alternate universe?
The universe! Well, our galaxy. An old friend of John’s was at Cannon Beach, OR this past weekend and he ventured out to the beach (and Haystack Rock where that cougar was spotted shortly beforehand) in the middle of the night and captured this astounding photo of the Milky Way. John and I have recently been watching Nova episodes about the planets and our galaxy, so this absolutely grabbed me. Isn’t it magical? You can even see a shooting star! (Which are actually meteorites, not real stars).
I follow Quinn’s daycare in Virginia (just like I did when they were in Everett) and they post a lot of pictures of all of their activities. (They keep those kids busy!) One day this week was “Christmas in July.” When I first saw this picture, I thought for a second that was a confederate flag behind them! Heh. (It wouldn’t have surprised me).
“Prejudice is an emotional commitment to ignorance.” -Nathan Rutstein
