Diary 258

Diary 258
Tuesday, December 1st
Today the grandkids took over the house and decorated it for Christmas, with most of the ornaments at about the height a seven year old can reach, and lower. They did a great job – better far than the sort of decorating I’ve tended to do, two days before Christmas, with a vague sense that duty was involved. They brought real joy to the job, and reminded me that this can be a magical time if we allow ourselves to feel it that way. The past four years have meant that joy has felt hard to access. Now I can see it was there all along, waiting its turn.
Oh, and even Attorney General and ‘presidential’ enabler William Barr has admitted that no fraud worth mentioning was committed in the election. I guess it’s possible for him to be honest every once in a while. But his credibility as a decent human being was shot to hell a long time ago. He won’t be forgiven any time soon.
The Department of Justice is, it seems, launching an investigation of what is being called ‘bribery-for-pardon’ activities stemming from the White House.