"Is the bad man gone yet?"

Dear Diary,

Gaylord wants to know.  "Just a few more hours, little friend, and the really bad, bad, man will be gone!"  I woke up to with a feeling of happiness and it seems the birds are singing louder too this morning.  The world will become, just before noon today, a much, much better place.  It is the end of an "error".  The guard rails of our democracy, dented and scraped though they may be, held.  That is truly something to celebrate.