So it turns out that it wasn’t really so much optimism that was in the air as schadenfreude, and lord knows the universe always manages to kick me in the ass whenever I run up close to doing anything unseemly like gloating.
Maybe it’s just that it’s Monday, and that I’m dreading this week. Maybe it’s just that waking up at 5.15 am to Steve Inskeep’s reminders about the nuclear option was somewhat suboptimal. But consider that optimism hereby retracted. I’m beginning preparations, instead, for kissing what remains of the Bill of Rights goodbye.