It's begun.

It's early in the morning in Fairfax, Virginia, and I'm done with the sleeping. The bed is too soft, I have the beginnings of one of those life-changing headaches, and everybody around me seems quite mad.

That's right, folks. I'm at the Hatter's Tea Party. And it seems to be sponsored by the Department of Homeland Security.

But fear not, my constant readers; you know me. I will not be seduced by just any madness. It takes a SPECIAL kind of madness to seduce me.

More later.