Like Kruiser, I enjoy spending the weekend in a 48-hour news coma.

But then Glenn Reynolds was on travel and asked Ed Driscoll and me if we could step up our weekend posting on Instapundit. Sure, no problem — happy to.

So I woke up on Monday knowing exactly what's going on already, and no good can come from that.

Except possibly for a little Five O'Clock Somewhere day-drinking.

Who's with me?

See you at 3 p.m. Eastern sharp(ish).