Tomorrow, the Champs Elysées will be closed for the inauguration parade for newly elected French President Nicolas Sarkozy. I've never seen a presidential inauguration parade before, so the thought did occur to take advantage of this opportunity and go hang out behind one of the crowd barriers I witnessed being erected earlier today all along Paris' most famous boulevard. But since there have been some violent protests following the election results, I think it's probably safest to keep my 80-year-old mother away from that scene. We'll probably go check out some museum exhibits instead.

Oh, wait...you probably wanted to read about a Huston Street being shut down, not a Paris street being shut down. About that...well, yeah, it figures, doesn't it? Is there anything really intelligent to say about all these injuries at this point? "Fire so and so, blah blah blah..." I suppose, maybe, whatever. I don't really know where to start to assign blame on this. The volume and diversity of injuries on this team is pretty much unfathomable. It's like trying to communicate something complex to someone who doesn't speak the same language as you. They don't make sense, you don't make sense, so you just kind of wave your hands and shake your head and shrug your shoulders, and sigh, and move on and hope for better luck with the next person you meet. Remind me never to express any optimism ever again.