The swiftest hours, observed as they flew—Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew;And, privileg’d by age, desires to knowIn brief the grounds and motives of her woe.— Shakespeare It’s Sunday again – already? What happened to last week? Based exclusively on the bad weather and relentlessly bad news – I’m already sick of Comey and he hasn’t even officially started his non-apology tour - I’d say good riddance. However, I’m getting a bit too old to be so cavalier about time’s passage so I’ll just note that it wasn’t the best week ever and let Judge Jeannine put Comey in...