Somewhere someone is making her way here tomorrow night. I look forward to seeing her. Though right now I am so tired I couldn’t feel elated if I wanted to. And I really want to.
Worse, I have a sick feeling in my gut something not so nice is about to happen. And no, it’s not the swearing in of the new cabinet. I really don’t know what it is, but it’s beginning to eat at me. Nosso good.