Friends, while today was not bad, I don’t have much in the way of humor for you. People are dying alone, giving birth alone, being buried largely alone, feeling alone. Two friends and I had virtual quarantinis tonight, and that was grand. While I gardened earlier, I caught up with many lovely neighbors. One is borrowing a sewing machine from another to make masks for local hospitals. My squash seeds are up, all this rain promises life and growth.

And yet, our federal leadership is an offensive joke, and I am disgusted and enraged. Citizens sewing masks? Lovely but not something that should be needed. States closing schools for the rest of this school year? If we had enough tests, that probably wouldn’t be necessary.

Then Tom and I watched Bombshell, and I am telling you that Roger Ailes can die again for all I care, and Bill O’Reilly should be miserable for life. My god, am I sick of grotesque men. WTF did Harvey Weinstein get a Covid-19 test? How did he even get it? I suspect this is some wealthy-man’s plot to stay out of the showers at Rikers.

So, all I have for you are the following. The first is totally amusing; the second is just nasty-true.

Ben Wittes of Lawfare does cabin fever. If you don’t read his and Susan Hennessey’s Lawfare blog, you should.