So I just read NPRs reporting that
Justice Souter is retiring and I, I honestly thought:
"Oh great. He gets to appoint anoth... OH WAIT! President OBAMA gets to pick! Oh holy hell. Please. Please do not let me down. I barely got through the non-sense with President Bush - just think of my poor nerves!"
Yeah, I momentarily forgot that Bush wasn't President anymore. And then, as it dawned on me that it was my guy picking the successor, I reached Jewish Grandmother levels of anxiety AND guilt-tripping. I recommend stretching before such mental acrobatics. At least I'm not swearing at the newspaper this time.