Spending a good bit of the evening working on another, short-term writing project and then reading about Trump’s latest shenanigans (if only that weren’t an application of the literary device of understatement) leaves me with little time, energy, or interest to write about my day, to share any pictures, to do much of anything other than take a deep breath and spend the last few minutes before my 11:00 bedtime doing anything that doesn’t involve thought…

Yet another cheat to keep a now-thoroughly-compromised streak going.