The skys are blue again, all over the world.
But the real work is only beginning.
It’s not going to be easy rebuilding a nation and removing the curse which has rested so heavily on the planet [the cultists will remain to plague our wounded polity, and a hundred thousand lives have been wiped out in Iraq alone], but tonight Barry and I will be celebrating a new world with champagne. It will be French, of course, by definiton – and by choice.
Listening to: Gustav Mahler, Symphony No. 2 in C minor “Resurrection” (Klemperer, Philharmonia, Schwarzkopf, Hilde Rössel-Majdan)
[image taken on Sunday afternoon outside our windows, about the time I was first convinced that Bush would not survive this referendum, at least without overturning it]