It’s the sunny, cloudless kind of day that should leave a person frothing with energy, but I am not. I slept badly and I feel it.

I even did some yin yoga intended to energize, but I can’t say its effects were dramatic. Nor are those of the coffee.

I’m draggy. And I feel like things aren’t going well today, though nothing appreciable has happened outside of my dentist’s office calling to reschedule.

Maybe it’s the knowledge that not only did trump have top secret nuclear information, we don’t know for sure what he did with it.

We have our suspicions.

But we don’t know. And there is a judge standing between the Justice Department and finding out. That is, as we say so frequently lately, messed up.

On Friday, she intends to hear suggestions for a “Special Master.” Which is utterly ludicrous. She wouldn’t even allow former prosecutors to file a friend of the court brief. Trump forum-shopped and got himself a bargain.

Huh, and we’ve gotten this far without a single grain of wisdom so I offer you this: Don’t steal nuclear secrets and drink more coffee.

Have as great a Wednesday as possible.

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