You feel it too, don't you?

It's everywhere this morning: the emptiness, the yawning chasm created by the departure of the Pope. It surrounds me, weighs on me, beats down my spirit...

Oh, wait a minute. That's just hunger. A pile of pancakes will fix it right up. Actually, now that I think about it, waking up to a popeless world is kinda nice. Things feel lighter and more open and less stinky. In fact, looking around today, it seems like everything is right with the world.

Never mind.