Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain...

Last night's meteor-screening clouds have condensed and commenced to fall.  This interferes with Wife's normal Monday schedule, which involves a subject dear to my heart -- food.  She hates few things more than coming out of the grocery store with a cart full of bags into a driving rain.

I think the porch paint has dried enough to withstand this assault.  If not, I shall file a major complaint with the weather gods.  Which they will ignore, of course.  That's what gods do.  Either that, or overreact -- if I called the Wrath down on the Japanese beetles munching away on our rowan trees, folks in New Hampshire, Quebec, New Brunswick, and Nova Scotia would suffer collateral damage...

For I'll go no more a Roving...

Contrary to the spasms of joy seen elsewhere, I doubt muchly that the departure of Karl will mean a damn thing.  Nothing short of the impeachment and conviction of both Bush and Cheney on charges of treason* will help.  Even a clean sweep of the next elections will still leave their precedents and rulings in place.  Can you really see a Democratic president acting to diminish his own powers?

*Yes, Bill, I believe that the precise Constitutional definition applies.  If Iraq doesn't "aid and comfort" our enemies, I'd hate to see what would.