Dazed and confused

I wake up in the mornings in a state of shock. After all the grim news, all the finagling, the shenanegans, the vitriol and hysteria, the good guy won. I was braced for the worst and it didn't happen. So I allow myself a smile, a sigh of relief, and a ray of hope. There's no guarantee of course. The same dangers that beset us last month still threaten us today along with new dangers lining up to take their place. But the man in charge of dealing with them is the best of two choices. He still could screw up but at least his vision is clear and the America that Barack Obama describes is the America that I want to know.