It’s Saturday,but not just any Saturday, it is Bush-lite Saturday. The Bushie staffers have handed in their cell phones and other implements of mischief, cleaned out their desk drawers and left town (except of course those who have been insinuated into the fabric of the permanent government so that their misdeeds can continue.) Bush is wallowing in myopia at Camp David and Laura is chain smoking in the kitchen (more about that in a moment.) It’s done. It’s over. Of course there may very well be last minute pardons. But, no more neo-con governing. I am relieved, as if that nasty splinter has finally been removed.

As for Laura, I met someone recently whose brother, or brother-in law, is a secret service person who says that Laura is a three pack a day chain smoker. Can’t blame her if it’s true. It’s probably quite unnerving to have your inept, incurious, husband sitting with Dickie Chaney and plotting to change the world. I think I’d smoke too, but I doubt it would be tobacco.

I find myself very excited about Obama’s inauguration and I am surprised, having lived through many inaugurations before this, at all the excitement around me. Schools are planning ways to have the students watch. The receptionist at Hubby’s doctor spontaneously volunteered that she’s going to the inauguration. Hubby and I are planning to go upstate (sorry PJ it’s north of The City so it must be up) to watch with son and daughter and their families. It is not like the usual inception of a prez that takes place while I’m working and I hear about it on the news, that evening.

Hope really does spring eternal. Have a good one.