It's been a strange night, sitting in front of the TV, channel-surfing and waiting for the war to start. I was trying to think of what it felt like, and decided the sensation was like waiting for election returns to come in. A big, scheduled event is going down, and everybody's waiting for the returns to come in.
Tonight, the first bombs fell about an hour and a half later than scheduled, but I suppose that's rock and roll for you.
I'm going to bed. Good night, all. Sleep well, and I'll see you in the brave new world tomorrow.