One more week

Well, it’s been a not-so-quiet week here in Lake Wobegon. Client activity is ramping up, for one in particular. They’ve been anticipating a certain event for, oh, about two years now, and it’s finally coming.

Just when I’m going on holiday. Ha!

Only one more week until I hit Hawaii’s shores. Great stuff.

Not much else to report, although it does seem that the media have come around—finally—to the fact that Hillary Clinton doesn’t have a shot in hell at the Democratic nomination. I initially wondered why she hadn’t dropped out by now, but I’ve been reading a few things that make sense.

First, there’s the matter of her debt. She’s loaned her campaign something like $6 million recently, and she might be sticking around to fundraise for it. Second, conceding now would mean that Obama is the nominee, and then he would face two likely defeats—in West Virginia and Kentucky—which would call him into question as a candidate. (Those states don’t really matter, delegate-wise, because they’re so small; Oregon is the only contest left that could have an impact, and Obama is expected to win that handily.)

Third, she may be jockeying for a VP nomination. I don’t think that’s likely, for a number of reasons.

Word on the street is that Obama will declare victory after Oregon. Good. Then we can all get on with our lives, maybe.

Anyway, we’ll see how it all shakes down.

Back to the trip, I ran into a former colleague of mine, also an American expat, in the lobby this morning. He marvelled that this would be my first trip back home (it’s been 16 months) and remarked that I was in for a culture-shock moment.

I suspect that I am. Should be interesting.