Today, like everybody else pretty much everywhere, we watched the Inauguration. We saved the champagne for this evening, but that didn’t prevent us from being tired and emotional for much of the morning.
The ceremony itself didn’t last very long, but the post-game analysis has been going on for hours. I think it may never end. Too much excitement for one day.
Things I would like to know: why Dick Cheney was in a wheelchair (really); what Hillary Clinton was thinking during the swearing-in (really); and what was with that E. Alexander poem?
Later, to please T. Middy, I told him that he was the president of our marriage. But then, we agreed, it was like the Bush presidency, and I was Cheney, i.e. manipulative and conniving and really in charge of everything, not to mention attention-seeking (see wheelchair, above).
In the new spirit of responsibility, we had a chickpea/tomato stew for dinner, while watching Simon Schama talking about American history. And then I went back to work.