It is done. Evil has been vanquished and good has triumphed, at a tremendous cost, of course. I'm talking about "Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows". Real life should only end as neatly. Unfortunately, it doesn't.
His Imperial Drunken Fratboyness still occupies the throne. There is some good news, though. The departure of Machiavelli (Rove) will open the floodgates of Republican defections from the White House over the next few months. Even Tony Snow is now talking openly about his "endgame" as Press Secretary so he can hit the speaker circuit and make some real bucks.
Meanwhile, though, the ship of state sails straight down the shitter and there doesn't seem to be anything anyone can do about it.
Everyone pretty much agrees that the much vaunted and anticipated report by General Patraeus will be nothing but a bunch of phony-baloney bullshit straight out of bullshit central.
But enough of that.
I don't know what the weather is like in the rest of the country today but it is absolutely spectacular here in the mid-Atlantic. It's mild, dry, sunny with nary a cloud in the sky. Cool winds are blowing in from the Northwest, a welcome relief at this time of year... and nothing but bad news in February when "Alberta Clippers" sink us into deep-freezes for days on end rather than just cooling our bedrooms and emotions.
I took care of my daily chores early, spoke with a couple of other people in recovery, saw a movie ("Death at a Funeral", okay, nothing to write about though) and am about to sit on the front porch and read the paper (the New York Times, of course).
Tonight I'll pick up a sponsee of mine and we'll head on out to a gay meeting in Pennsylvania. I'll do my best to stuff his head full of recovery for the 40 minutes it takes to drive to and from the meeting. He can't escape while we're on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, just north of Philly.
It's already been a wonderful day... with every promise of getting better by the minute.
I hope you have a wonderful day, too!