It’s erev, so my favorite time of week, when my son is here to work, eat, drink, and hopefully clear his head.  The rain has amazingly let up, for the time being.

We’re all a bit preoccupied with the SC hearing, waiting to see if Repubs will once again shove through their own agenda over justice.  The concepts of ethics and evidence seem to be a dying art.  It’s all about keeping that madman-in-chief in power, with women merely on call for sex and accessorizing.  But as with all crimes, these can’t be perpetrated in secret forever.

In the more natural world, things are starting their fall transitions.  This is always a fascinating time of year for photo challenges, even with tech handicaps.  If you just dig a little deeper, you find subtle gems amid the turning and fading.

And there’s always that adorable new house-squatter, insinuating herself into everything.  She’s proving to be an excellent mouser, as mentioned.  Each day I find a new gift corpse on the porch.  So thoughtful.