Change has almost always been welcome in my life. I'm the type of person who will switch which leg goes into my jeans first or switch which eye the first contact lens goes into. Just enough change to make life interesting. So when my hero Hillary didn't win the primary it wasn't long before I put my disappointment aside and moved on.

Way back at the end of the primary wars, my confidence in Barack Obama was tepid at best. "Aaa, no matter what", I told myself, "he'd be better than another four years of republicans."

Now, while McCain is desperately grasping at straws to stay alive in the race, Obama seems to be preparing himself to take on the most difficult job of a lifetime with quiet self assurance and preparation.