For indispensable reporting on the coronavirus crisis, the election, and more, subscribe to the Mother Jones Daily newsletter.
We’re having an early summer here in Southern California. Yesterday it was 90 degrees outside, and you know what that means: piles of cats snoozing in the afternoon warmth. As I write this they’re in almost exactly the same positions, enjoying their midday siestas. After all, what else is there to do between breakfast and dinner?
