Psych! It was TACO Tuesday after all! And now we’re in a position where Iran is collecting tolls on a strait that was free a month or so ago, the one that we totally don’t need, that isn’t our problem, that should be secured by the countries that didn’t start this war and never wanted it. And also, it’s a ceasefire, but Israel is still bombing sound Lebanon.

Well-done, boys. I smell a Nobel in your future.

Good lord, am I tired. Spring break was last week, and this week it’s back to the 5 a.m. alarms — with one at 4:20 a.m. — and it is killing me. I’m trying different strategies to cope; this week I’m trying to return to bed when I get home at 7-ish, abjuring coffee until I reawaken sometime between 8:30 and 10. Today I awoke to seven million emails and twice that many texts. I don’t think this is working. Then again, it’s Wednesday, the 4:20 a.m. day. Approximately eight more weeks of this bullshit, and then I’m off until next fall.

I’m an early riser by nature, but it depends on getting to bed at a reasonable hour, and the Trump administration isn’t making that easy to do. One of a million reasons I hate them.

Over the weekend we watched an above-average rock documentary on Netflix, “Becoming Led Zeppelin.” It concentrated only on the first two albums, and how the band members developed into the musicians who could make them. (Spoiler: They started as actual musicians. Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones were session players of long standing, and both could read a chart. Jones could write one.) That sent me down the YouTube rabbit hole for one of my favorite Obama clips, the one where he’s introducing Led Zeppelin at the Kennedy Center Honors, his charm and humor on full display. And that led me to that evening’s performance of “Stairway to Heaven,” by the Wilson sisters, Jason Bonham and a choir of dozens. If you have a few minutes, both are worth your time. It will remind you keenly of what we once had, and what we lost.

Time to get into the shower. Have a good rest of Wednesday, all.