Not only did I productively kick ass at work, I didn't get yelled at, neither. (I live with "chronic self-doubt, so not getting yelled at is a good day.) Also, I left for work early enough to enjoy my pipe on the drive in and even let people cut me off without my blinking an eye or raising my hear rate. AND, I found out that I will finally get a new supply of Samuel Gawith full Virginia flake after it had been unobtanium for the last, like five months! And if that wasn't enough, it finally looks like the hands of the "nuclear disaster clock" are actually moving backwards, now that we have a literate president.

Saul