Keep in mind that Biden is still just eighty — he’ll be eighty-two next November. As of now, Americans are likely to see a slap fight between a seventy-eight-year-old who seems like he’s running out of gas, sorting through golf shirts and war plans and old copies of the New York Times where he’s circled things with a Sharpie, and an eighty-one-year-old who stumbles from one gaffe to another, and meanders around television sets like a gray ghost of Christmas past, and needs to be hooked up to an oxygen tank so regularly that it leaves indents on his face.

Other than that, things are going pretty well.