I have this sinking sense of dread, kind of like the Thanksgiving when my son's seemingly genially crazy girlfriend had us all over for dinner and her mother imparted their little family secret that her uncle was Charlie Manson. I just know something worse is going to come out of Washington this week. It's just a matter of time. But just as that Thanksgiving provided an interesting tidbit to relate, we can but hope this next week will deliver up a bit more kindling for the flames of impeachment.

Nothing new beyond that, but if I hadn't posted something and gotten rid of that gotawful orange, I'd have gone out of what's left of my mind. QUICKIE ADD ON: Bush's nickname for Alberto Gonzalez? Fredo ... no, I'm not joking.