Overcast skies with a semblance of rain-to-come this late-afternoon Saturday in California’s Central Valley. Rain was forecast for today, but so far we’ve been high and dry.
Maybe later:

The annual White House Correspondents’ Association (WHCA) dinner is tonight — shit ain’t the same in T-Rump time, making it sour-like to squeeze humor out of the horror.
Sally Quinn, widow of Ben Bradlee, and a writer/journalist in her own right (the Guardian):

“Everyone’s scared … You’re scared you’re going to get thrown in jail if you write something he doesn’t like and that’s going to happen very soon … Then you have the owners of these news organisations who keep keeling over and bending the knee so you’ve got all these people in the media who are quitting in protest. It’s a horrible time to be covering Trump. If you’re a journalist and you want to be on the story, this is the story to cover, but people are not having fun covering it. It’s very intense and very upsetting.”

Pretty much spot on. Quinn also noted: ‘“I will never, ever, ever go to the White House correspondents’ dinner again…”,’ calling it the worst event of the year in DC, and she’s been party to a lot of them for nearly half a century.

In the Before Times:

Nowadays, nothing is funny, or not, yet here we are once again …

(Illustration out front is of a New York state high-school student exhibit: ‘The piece was displayed during student-driven art show at Shenendehowa High School. It consisted of at least 12 identical black-and-white pictures of Donald Trump. There was also a sign above the pictures that read, “Draw on Me.” Using markers from the art classroom, Isome students opted to scribble critical messages and profanities on the pictures‘ — and found here.)