This weekend, we went to a lodge in Lolo Hot Springs. (Lolo Hot Springs comprises the lodge, a campground, a bar restaurant, and some pools, on a mountain near the Idaho border.) It was perfectly old and the best kind of funky! The room was big and smack-in-a-forest! The baby swam in the pool with dozens of children, and everybody was friends! It was everything I wanted and needed from my Saturday night! Perhaps I did sex things at my husband's penis! Guess you have no way to know!

This morning we found out that within an hour of our going to bed, a guy was waving a gun around, which brought the cops, who learned that dude had buried a baby in the woods right there at Lolo Hot Springs that day. Don't worry! The baby's recovering! The baby, in the ground for at least eight hours after his forest burial, didn't even die at all! My point is this: Even when I finally went out of town for 36 hours and thought I was having the best weekend ever and was finally getting some peace and rest and didn't turn on the Internet for even five minutes, it turned out retroactively to have been chock-full of meth man trying to murder a five-month-old, almost succeeding, and not a soul in the lobby mentioning it the next morning, sending us home tanned, ready, rested and ignorant. Reading the paper today, Shy had to confirm with me that we'd been there Saturday night.

My point is, come back at 9 eastern and I guess we'll have something to say about Trump and his stupid wingnut pick for the Supreme Court. Until then, click the headline and you'll get your AMERICA! OPEN THREAD, this fucking country jesus christ.

8:58 p.m.: NBC says it's Brett Kavanaugh, which is good enough for none of us to have to watch the announcement, I will come back if they are wrong, the end.