To be fair, I’ve been through a few of these rodeos before. The election is only 58 days away. Come hell or high water, I’ll be spending some of my December sitting on a beach somewhere — well, unless there’s another runoff in Georgia.

Hold on a second. My phone is vibrating. I’ve just received word of an important detail that I may have neglected.

Apparently, it’s Labor Day, 2023. The election is 58 days — and one year — away.

It is way, way, way too early for any of this shit.

[Apologies to Sir Paul McCartney for the headline. At least I didn’t add violins. (If you know, you know.) — Ed]