Our editors are in the midst of preparing the Sunday edition for you; we imagine it will contain a number of headlines relevant to the news of the day. What I will say here is that we took a little drive up the Hudson today, thinking that Saturday would provide no more satisfaction than Friday had, vis-a-vis the whole Future President thing; clearly, we were wrong.

In the spirit of today’s top headline, I feel exhausted—the way one might at the end of a long run through a creepy abandoned hospital, chased by zombies. One is clearly glad that the zombies are no longer in pursuit, and so one can finally collapse on a floor strewn with debris and have a good long maniacal laugh, staring vacantly into the distance. I think I will sleep tonight. The zombies aren’t exactly gone, but we made it through the spooky hospital, didn’t we?

Kina’s three years and eleven months old. Four years is a long time, but it goes by. Eat some honeydew in her honor, please, and save the crusts.

Into the unknown—

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