Good Intentions & Chickens

I had good intentions of writing a serious piece tonight about some of the trends we’ve been seeing in our politics, and the remarkable revelation today that special counsel Jack Smith as an audio-recording of Donald Trump acknowledging he had classified material in his possession after leaving the presidency. Apparently, it wasn’t just automatically declassified by his mere touch!

But I’m still just a little bit under the weather and moving slowly. So, I hope you all will indulge me with just one more day of recovery time, and enjoy a few pictures from my day, which consisted mostly of naps with chickens.

Ruth pretty much absconded with my breakfast for the second day in a row. She’s much quicker than I am. I read a fascinating study this morning that suggested chickens have the intelligence level of a four-year-old. Since my kids at that age were able to outsmart me, at least when it came to food, this makes a lot of sense.

Pickles tried to keep me awake by pecking at my toes when I dozed off. It really didn’t work, and I’m sorry to say I accomplished just about as much as these ladies, who spent their day just like me, toasting in the sun.

I’m looking ahead to tomorrow. I’ll be up early for the fourth hour of Morning Joe, for starters. It’s also a Supreme Court “orders” day, which means we could get decisions from the Court about any of the important cases pending before it this term. But as I leave you tonight, I reminded of something significant that has shifted in my thinking. I no longer think about “if” Trump will be indicted by the federal government. It’s become a “when” question for me. And that’s important progress.

We’re in this together,

Joyce