It is officially Tuesday, Obama's big day. I'm going to drink hot chocolate and watch the festivities in my bathrobe. For some reason, it is a work day. No one should work today. There should be more dancing, singing and merriment. Everyone should get their jobs and houses back. The prison doors open. Animals quit factory farms. Puppy mills and dog fights end forever. Everyone has enough to eat and a place to live. And warm clothes. Everyone is loved. Alright, even mosquitoes.