Feel that?  The sun is shining.  Birds are singing. The fever is finally breaking.  

I swear, the past four years have felt like Thanksgiving dinner with your crazy flat-earther uncle.  You have to sit there for hours listening to his bullshit, trying to be civil, trying not to lose it.  But the bullshit keeps coming and worse, Uncle Joe and Aunt Stella are starting to believe it.  But now dinner is finally over and you’re about to send him out the door with the leftover Jello salad.

Of course, the next few months aren’t going to be easy because crazy uncle drank all the beer, spilled wine on the sofa, gave the whole family bed bugs, convinced the kids he is Santa Claus, and plugged up the plumbing with a giant turd.

But the sun is out and for the first time in a long time it feels like there is hope.  In the affirmative words of Johnny Nash:

I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright)
Bright (bright) sunshiny day

We all hope so Johnny.  We all hope so.