For the first time in two months, my daughter SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT. Given the sense I have this morning that the world has begun anew, I expect later today that the United Nations will vote itself out of business, Harold Pinter will announce that the entirety of his literary ouevre was the unfortunate side effect of an undiagnosed, five-decade-old brain tumor, and Chuck Schumer will declare that he is voting for Sam Alito. Oh, and Rod Dreher will eat a Pop-Tart.