Four years ago, sitting in a hotel room out in the Midwest, I found myself positively glued to the election coverage that first Tuesday in November, coverage that you will recall lasted well past three ack emma owing to the bizarro twists and turns of that year’s presidential contest.

I was a positive wreck for days afterward, of absolutely no use to man or beast.

Well, not this time around.  Nope, I’m getting too old for that sort of thing.  My plan is to completely ignore the minute by minute punditry.  Instead, I’m going to open a nice bottle of Beaujolais and settle back to watch El Cid.

CNN or Sophia Loren?   Doesn’t seem like much of a  contest to me.