How We Know We're STILL On Vacation Until Next Wednesday

At 3:30 on a Thursday afternoon we already have a cocktail in our hand after catching the noon (!!!) showing of the new Batman movie with our 12-year-old sister.

We have absolutely no idea what's clacking at The Page/The Note/First Read/Swampland/Real Clear Politics/Ambinder/Martin/Smith/on the wire/or in our email box.

And Tina Turner and Rod Stewart are wailing on the jukebox as the rain pours down on the Green Mountains.

Rip it.