I’m awake. Awake and watching Trump waddle out to Marine 1 for the last time. Coffee is brewing, and I need it this morning.

I’m fleepy, and I have a bit of a headache. Both will fade as the day goes on. We have to finish the inventory today. Yesterday, I should’ve went home for lunch. One cannot live off of a charcuterie board when your body is like a sports car. It needs more than salami and pickles and, tortilla chips.

But first, coffee.

Something, something Wednesday.