The Inauguration was over. The second term had begun. And President Obama had put it off for as long as he could. It was now the last possible day to fill out his benefits forms, because the White House open-enrollment period was about to end….
Just before the deadline, Obama finally agreed to sit down and fill out the forms.
“O.K., Barack, let’s get this done,” the President said to himself, straightening in his chair. “Twenty minutes, tops.” He logged in; the password worked. He felt good. Presidential.
He refocussed and texted Michelle to ask her what insurance plan they should choose. Michelle texted back, saying the best one, because they tried to go budget during his first term to benefit the American people, and the only eye doctor who’d see them had an office that doubled as a magic shop.
"Though the day-to-day exchanges were often trivial, the underlying dynamics of the election were deadly serious, and everybody knew what they were. As both candidates repeatedly said, it was about what sort of country we want to be. Now, the American public has rendered a judgement."