Monday breaks fair and sunny, with bright blue skies we haven’t seen for a few weeks now. Still a tad on the chilly side for porch sitting, though the day will climb to the low eighties later. Kippur joyously greets me with her loud call that almost sounds like she is saying her name, then segues into burbles, squawks and clicks as I open the blinds.
Happy dogs roughhouse as they wait for Linda to put on her shoes and get the tennis balls out of their cupboard. No big tragedies on the newsfeeds, just the usual low level Trump hating from AP and UPI. The House Democrats have gone silent in their relentless Inspector Javert like pursuit of the President. I don’t know if it is connected to the Nunes referral of leakers and counter agents to the DOJ or not, but that is where my guess will go. There are wheels within wheels here, and I think the truth will eventually out.
I don’t have many plans for the week ahead. Mostly routine hopes like getting Bucephalus running again, getting gas for the mowers, building a fire under Sears for incomplete work and maybe trimming some brambles back.
But as always, I have my priorities … coffee, and a comfortable place to sip it …