Those are momentous words.  Five words I think I have been waiting my entire life to say.

It’s good to be wrong.  I’m enjoying being wrong.

And–in the space of less than a week–America has witnessed two historic victories.  But, the honest truth is that I am happier about tonight.  I attended a small New Hampshire primary viewing party tonight, during which we enjoyed roast beast and Yorkshire pudding and other hearty treats, and–we were delighted.  I’m not even sure why we were so pleased, or why I felt quite bereft and grumpy after Iowa–but, there it is.

I also think we have a Much Improved candidate–who actually used the defeat in Iowa as a growth process–and that’s a good thing, too.  It was my great favorite (and near-political hero) Mario Cuomo who spoke about campaigning in poetry, but governing in prose.   I like poetry–but this time around, after what may be the worst President in American history, my preference is for competence, and efficiency, and someone with an astonishingly swift learning curve.

And, you know, it was kind of swell to see McCain thwart Romney, too.   Also, I think independents flocked to him, at Obama’s expense, and that may explain why the pollsters, and pundits, were so entirely wrong.  And bringing in some new old hands seems like a wise choice.

Fasten your seabelts; it’s going to be a bumpy ride.  (Yay!)