Too soon to "poet" about

[ezekielsdaughter]

I am of two  minds.

How very strange it is to unfold each morning’s paper and see President-Elect Obama’s face!  Every morning, I find myself smiling.	A reader, on Nov 5th, writes in to say that Obama will set a new low in infamy and scandals.   Once again, I am back to skimming the editorial page.  Fury in the morning hours hurts productivity.
A weight has been lifted that I didn’t know was there.	On Nov 3th, I carried "16 tons" and worked overtime. On Nov 5th, I worked overtime.
Suddenly, I’m not a guest in someone else’s house.  This is also my house.	Is this my house?  Will it ever be?  Maybe I’m the generation that wanders 40 years in the desert.  Maybe my house is the sukkah in the wilderness, frail and open to the sky.