For me, I want to know what's going on at the conventions without spending significant time actually watching the conventions. So Stephen's 6-minute or so blurbs fit my schedule. And provide an occasional chuckle. For those who don't want to watch him even then, I'm extracting a few chuckles. One more day, though, and it will all be over for another four years! (Unless Her Heinous or Mr. Tribblehead gets indicted; then do we have to have another nominating convention?)

Comedians do make gold out of strife and sadness. Sometimes you have to laugh or cry. I think I read somewhere that they are sometimes conflicted about that. I, for example, do a great Sarah Palin impression and was kind of hoping Trump would pick her as VP. But of course that would be a disaster for the country. OTOH, the whole process has been a disaster anyway.

Oh, I should mention John Oliver was also on Stephen's show last night, but it was also disappointing and not, in my viewpoint, interesting, other than the fact he was there.

it will last at room temp?) and had to warm it up, then give him a shot (shoot the syrup down his throat). At 3 AM, of course I was dead to the world. Ginger woke me up by, finally, digging her claws into my wrist and trying to pull me up! Left deep scratches, but it was effective. So I went to check on Oreo, to find him struggling but unable to stand, swinging his head back and forth. I helped him stand and put his food bowls right in front of him while he leaned against my leg for support, but still he swung his head back and forth as if he didn't know what food was for. So I had him lie down again, went and prepared his syringe of syrup, put him on my lap and shot it down his throat. Fifteen minutes later, he was eating on his own. By dawn he was fine and has seemed fine since.

The vet thinks he is recovering from diabetes! Cats do that sometimes. Apparently it's not a sudden process, but gradual. So he was fine on 8 U of insulin until his first crisis. Then he was fine on 4 U until his second crisis. Then he was fine on 2 U until now. Now we have to go to 1 U. Maybe another month or two he can come off entirely. I hope!

I don't know how long Ginger was monitoring the situation before she woke me, but when I lay down to try to go back to sleep, she draped herself over my hip, went limp, and was asleep in seconds, as if "Finally! I'm exhausted!" We think she's the reincarnation of Lassie.

Poor Skya. The pooties loved their postop narcotics, so the pissedness didn't last long. I'm sure she'll be glad to be home!

characterization though. I doubt they're that. If they were, why would they still be there? Bernie is gone. I think they're more the "get everything possible into the platform" and "hold Hillary's feet to the fire" people.