Good morning from cloudy Vermont. The sky woke up grumpy, Griffin thinks the clouds are stalking us, and the whole state feels like it hit snooze. A cool, for now, slow start — not bad for a moody morning. Here's a wildflower from Griffin's morning walk.

There's always something happening...

“There has never been a lack of paths to get to where the hidden desire aims: it is enough to find the pretexts.” José Saramago art by Juan Brufal

Sometimes the world gets loud, but I hope you always carry this; the soft, undeniable fact that there are so many beautiful things about you, and none of them have ever stopped shining

“Trans women are women. Trans men are men. Trans rights are human rights" Vermont artist Tai Ericson has transformed the pages of the ‘Harry Potter’ series into portraits honoring trans women who were murdered, using the project to memorialize their lives, raise awareness of threats to the community

I love Vermont there is so much that is beautiful and good here. Photographer: Christopher Funk, Rutland, Vermont

Good morning from Vermont! Soft morning light over the Green Mountains, coffee steaming like a small blessing in your hands. Vermont does that thing where even a simple greeting feels like a postcard. Vermont Hills, November (1923) 🎨 Willard Metcalf

If you want things fucked up, choose the quicker fucker upper. Good Ole Donny Dementia!

A great goal for all of us.

This boy knows what he's talking about.

One of the best lessons you can learn in life is to master how to remain calm.

Lindsey Graham’s final photo was him holding a bomb with the biggest smile on his face.

Oh... now we need the Turtle and the Pumpkin joining him and it will be a perfect week. I wonder how Grindr stock is doing?

Love is Love

Scott Jennings claimed he had a 20‑minute conversation with Mitch McConnell — a claim that now appears completely unsupported. If a pundit can make a bald‑faced assertion like that and face no consequences, it tells you exactly why the network has become unwatchable.

Oh.. laura... laura... laura. What you’ve become is a sad, tired echo of your own worst choices — all sharp edges, no center, all noise, no truth.