clutching my cuppa joe with a shot of raspberry and two chocolate cake donuts, i crossed connecticut from krispy kreme toward my office. as i approached the bus shelter in front of my building, something caught my eye. something was a large, brown rat.

i lived in the district for six years, and never saw a rat. not in the alley behind my apartment, where the neighboring building kept its trash dumpsters. not in the building basement, not in the metro. and there i was, standing on the sidewalk, watching a brown rat make its naked-tailed way down the street. it was definitely taking its time — practically strolling, in fact. it made its way south, a few inches from the buildings. the few early-morning risers ignored the little critter.

fascinating aside: air america is reporting that the time magazine papers reveal that karl rove is the one who leaked valerie plame’s identity to the press. if true… what a total shit.