<p>I know it’s illogical; I know it’s improbable; I know it’s the very definition of idiocy, but I savor that very hope. Come the 15th I most probably will be sorely disappointed, and even worse, sorely jealous, but until then I’m happy I’m happy now. Is it nobler to be forever sullen in the hope that you’ll never be disappointed? Is it wiser to defer a dream because the harsh morning light will surely break through? I can be prudent in the future but only now can I revel in a possibility. I taste the sweet victory and bitter defeat, but dwell only on the former. No rationale can dissuade me from my irrational hope for these short days are too brief and too few and I have too many hopes to hope and dreams to dream. Let me hope and dream while I still can.</p>