And the rain fell down...

It's Monday. Some things never change.

It was confirmed today that Karl Rove was indeed the source of Time reporter Cooper's information. The White House, once so staunchly in defense of their main spinster's innocence, is now mum on the subject. In spite of my high hopes for Karl (prison, humiliation, exposure as a political juggernaut), I doubt that anything will come of this, legally or in the media. Except on NPR and PBS. It's not sexy enough for the mainstream, it's too damning for anyone else, and I'd bet public broadcasting listeners are too cowed by his threatening nature to make any noise.

So, there you have it.

In other news, it's a beautiful dusk. It's been raining for a while, my livingroom furniture is damp, the hardwood window sills are fragrant with the scent of old logs, and the fans are on. For the first day in a few weeks, the air conditioning is off and the windows are open. It's a bit sticky, but lord god is it refreshing. There's a healthy breeze blowing down the street and my dog needs a walking in the elements.