President Biden

That smile.

Those open arms.

Eyes, looking up and forward.

And a tie that's not hanging down to his crotch, a suit coat that buttons over his belly, and the ability to string 4 words together without dismissing or damning or disparaging another human being.

Four years ago I was distraught, straining for a glimpse of the Obamas behind the Trumpian phalanx of deplorables.  Today I am going to make every sweet thing I can imagine for breakfast, and sprinkle sugar over those things which don't normally require it.  I'm going to concentrate on hope and courage and confidence in America.

Tomorrow, I want them to take down those horrible black barriers and gates.  Tomorrow, I want them to start sharing the charges they'll level against the Terrorist in Chief and his minions.  Tomorrow, I will give vent to the rage that I have been storing up for 4 long and torturous years.

Today, I'm going to celebrate.  I'm going to clear my brain and scrub the corners where Trump lint has been lurking.  It's the start of a new era, with a clear vision of what's gone wrong and what we need to do to fix it.

That's my plan, and I'm sticking to it.