I haven't been able to throw any thoughts up here in a couple of days, and I'm plagued with incoherence at the moment, but here are a couple things to chew on this morning:
It has occurred to me that Mrs. Clinton is leading in the creative acronym division of the embryonic Presidential campaign: She's trying to transition from FFLOTUS, Former First Lady of the United States, to POTUS, President of the United States. You go, girl! Way ahead of the pack on this one.
It is not recommended to try to corral a hunting dog who's just caught himself a chicken. They tend to be so pleased at their catch, and so delighted with themselves, that they just keep dancing around just out of your reach. I tried for nearly an hour to apprehend a wirehaired chicken thief this morning in extremely cold temperatures, and had to give up until he consented to be coaxed back to jail. It wasn't exactly Ivan Turgenev in A Sportsman's Sketches...the scene looked much more like the Lucy show.
The STOU, State of the Union, was a little bit on the pedestrian side, and Jim Webb was laconic and straightforward, rather than combative. I guess I like the potential for sparks, just like my late, great graduate adviser Barbara Jelavich, who loved the idea of a hockey game NOT for the hockey, but for the possibility of flying bric-a-brac in the stands.
Over and out.