Cried like a crazy woman during the inaugural, everytime I'd see someone on TV crying it'd get me too. And I'm not a crier. Just so incredible.

Last night Mr Man and I went out to eat, O'Charlie's nothing fancy, it was there, but the place was packed. I mean every seat packed. On a wednesday. It's never busy to go out to eat here on Wednesdays. The place was upbeat and chatty.

I told Mr Man it was "Hope". Evidentially it smells like chargrilled steak.

MMMM, hope, rare indeed.