Feeling Marginally Better

I Listened to the Supreme Court.  My faith in America was restored.  The arguments were reasoned, thoughtful, and Justice Thomas actually spoke.

There's no answer yet, so I can smile without adding disappointment to the equation.

There's also Judge Emmett Sullivan, who's opening up the criminal case to amicus briefs as he wonders if Flynn perjured himself.  In Judge Sullivan's courtroom, no less.

There's still no safe way for me to restart my life, and no one I talk to thinks there is, either.  I don't relish the thought of months without hugging Giblet.  Thanks to FaceTime, at 22 months,  he knows who we are, and no doubt thinks that Grampa and I are every bit as real as Elmo.  We all come into his life via screens.

Don't I wish I could reply to FlapJilly's plaintive I wish you could come over and visit with I'm buying a ticket right now?  I've been sad about that particular matter ever since she said it.... and that was early on, when I still harbored notions of a family reunion for her mid-summer birthday.

But, for the moment, I'm going to concentrate on two pieces of American jurisprudence which, for a while, didn't disappoint me.