Al Franken

Laurence Tribe: "Al Franken did need to resign. But I can’t avoid seeing him as a sacrificial lamb. I’m morally certain that many sitting Senators and Representatives of both parties — and both genders — are guilty of even worse sexual exploitation both in office and before being elected."

[Twitter]

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Franken: "There is some irony that I am leaving while a man who bragged on tape about his history of sexual assault sits in the Oval Office, and a man who preyed on young girls runs for Senate with the full support of his party."

[Twitter]

Obama

A news blurb attributes this remark to Obama: "We have to tend to this garden of democracy or else things could fall apart quickly."

I think we passed that point. Somewhere during the Reagan administration.

Thanksgiving Redux

That feels good. A much needed shower. Did I skip a day? I just recently bragged about how I still shower regularly despite letting everything else fall to ruins, but, in truth, I do sometimes lose a day when it comes to bathing. With the colder weather it's easier to do that.

And, on a wintry night like tonight, it's sweet to have a built-in heater in your bathroom. It kind of feels like a spa-retreat.

I had just finished an encore turkey dinner. Arthudo had bought an extra turkey that he did not need, and so he had it tonight, with Kay here. He also got some more dressing. It was the dressing that won me to a helping of their Thanksgiving dinner redux. Returning my plate, I made sure to clasp Arthudo on the shoulder and say, "Pretty good, Pop!"

Snow in Austin

I noticed "Snow in Austin" on my Twitter trends, and checking it out, I see it's true. Looks pretty. I was even moved to let Arthudo and Kay in on the news.

So close. We just missed it, but we are pretty far south. As I recall, we have received a touch of the stuff before, but you could easily miss it if you did not look out your window at just the right magical moment. Taking a look out my window now, I see it's just more light rain. Arthudo and I might see a hoar frost tomorrow morning when we go out to get groceries.

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I take another look and I see something white piling up on Arthudo's car. I tell him and Kay about it, and I agree that it might just be ice or sleet, but then I go out and see that there is indeed snow in San Antonio too. Not too bad either. Pop comes out to enjoy it, along with the neighbors, which makes an especially nice scene with their Christmas lights hung up on their house and tree and bushes and burning sparkly. One of the guys is walking in my direction and I give out my best "Merry Christmas!" Kay is afraid to come out because she might fall without her prosthetic leg, but it's a general celebration. I swear, it feels like a divine-bestowed cheer.

Although it's very wet and puddly outside from all the rain, I cannot resist letting the cats have a chance at that snow, but they don't leave the patio and come back inside after just a couple of minutes. I probably lucked out with that. The temperature is in the thirties. Better safe than sick with worry, and desperate and helpless to get them back in. I throw a few more snowballs for myself.

I wonder if Bo would have enjoyed himself. He was made for such weather, with that fluffy white coat to match the falling snow. But he didn't like getting wet.