I’ve always been a worrier so it’s odd that I am not worried about what will transpire tomorrow, January 20th, at noon. I’m concerned/anxious/incredulous, of course, about what a Donald Trump presidency will mean for the world at large and for my own small world here at home in America.  But worry, like regret, is a wasted emotion. Why not toast each other instead? With an Americano. Get the recipe (and more)...