Plum Crazy

Sunday night I predicted over at Michele's that this would be Operation This Is Really Your Last Chance. No, Honestly We Mean It This Time. Sort Of. Ignore The Crossed Fingers Behind Our Back. You Better Comply This Time Or Else We Might Pass Another Resolution. Or Not.

However, I now concede that I was wrong this time. The terror alert level was raised to orange. U.S. and British troops are getting rations of baby wipes (no, not for that, because they don't have showers in the field). Saddam has opted for a side of "fearful consequences" with his shock and awe. (Not that that surprises me.)

So now we sit and wait and hope. Hope that it won't be a long, drawn-out war. Hope that we won't be hit by another major terrorist attack. Hope that if we do succeed, the government doesn't abdicate its post-regime change responsibilities and/or sell out the Kurds. Hope that those people who have strained relationships because of the internal war arising from the external one can patch them up. Hope that normal doesn't once more become another relative term. Hope and hope and hope.

Does anyone else feel time as heavily as I do now?