A New Day

Wow! I'm tired already, and I haven't exercised a lick! All the emotional build-up for the inauguration has me spent. I haven't watched any of the talking heads who nattered on endlessly all weekend. The moment is the moment, so why spoil it with useless noise? It was worth the wait. Emotionally, I was fine until the moment Obama walked alone through the Capital Crypt through and honor guard with their rifles held in salute to the future commander-in-chief. That's when the tears started, though I didn't really cry--just teared up. Then there was all the waiting while the previous presidents were introduced, and I realized how significant that was: I had lived through every one of their administrations and remembered them all. It just added historical weight to the moment. Then, they announced "Tthe 44th President of the United States Barrak H. Obama!" and I lost it. BUT, with all the ensuing ceremony, the actual oath seemed almost anti-climactic (especially since both he and Roberts bobbled it a bit). The speech was great, as I well expected. The Man can Write!! He can also lead, so it will be a very interesting few months ahead to see him lay out his plans and see how well the honeymoon goes.