She knows

This this this this this this this!

Wild. I can feel the chill on my face with every crunch on the snow. Visceral memory of walking at night in winter around my parents’ home. I’m now living in a warm place, so the immediacy and depth of this sensation are a big deal.

But the sight of your dog grips me. Steadfast. Leading. Humble.

I don’t mind someone stammering but it irritates the hell out of me when someone pronounces a hard ‘b’ sound, as in ‘about,’ by putting their upper teeth against their lower lip

Can’t-spell-can’t-edit-won’t-report-on-drones-trying-for-Zelenskyy’s-plane-in-Dublin NYT

can’t watch. the cringe brought by the bended knee, of the proffered grovel, is so extreme that it hurts me physically at this point.

Yup.
Tamp it down, buddy.

5.5 hrs after you posted this I’ve just checked again and sure enough: nothing whatsoever on @washingtonpost.com or @nytimes.com

What world is this!?!?

I’m just seeing this — because of your post. Not in the news. I just checked NYT and Wash. Post and neither have anything online. Not a word. What in the actual abdication of journalistic responsibility. This is utter madness.

Same!!