Sitting in a comfy chair in a Bay Area backyard, lightly clad, cool bay breeze on my shoulders, listening to a song sparrow duetting with a Bewick's wren, perusing Fani Willis's indictment over a bowl of oatmeal....
It's funny that I can write "Fani Willis's indictment" and know readers will understand that I call it that to distinguish it from Cheetolini's other indictments.
This backyard's a little cramped and funky in places, but I wouldn't trade it for Mar-a-lago, especially now.