It has been a long, long, long eight years.
It will take a lot to repair all the damage. I have enough hope to think maybe there will be enough good well and good energy to turn the tide. But having that much hope makes me nervous.
There's amazing images on the TV. One of someone holding a picture of Lincoln next to a picture of Obama, the millions of people with tiny flags, a very strong looking Jimmy Carter, an oddly hobbled George HW Bush, Bob Bennett (that guy is huge) towering about George W.
They're already 15 minutes behind, the announcers keep announcing. Which reminds me that I can't watch all day. I have to go in to the office so I'm off to take a shower. But I will be streaming all day at the office. And the Dean has it on in his office, he promises.
It seems like a different world today. I know it's not but it seems like it, for a minute.
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It feels cautious but glorious. That beautiful quartet with Yo Yo Ma and Itzhak Perlman? That amazing speech? Even that kind of stirring poem? I do feel hopeful, and inspired.
I feel the love. And the hope. And I liked the poem. And the music. And the speech. Happy Day!
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