Tom Daschle's out, Judd Gregg's in, no one pays taxes anymore and someone probably ought to figure out who the fools in Aretha Franklin's chain are.

It's not even Wednesday, and some people like Tom Daschle are already experiencing humps in their week, while Alaska Governor Sarah Palin is taking her lumps courtesy of activist actress Ashley Judd.

It was a weekend of comings (Sarah Palin), goings (House Republicans), stayings (Aretha's hat) and general tomfoolery as the country watched the Super Bowl and the Senate checked out Tom Daschle's unpaid taxes.

Yesterday, some promises were kept, others were postponed and some were made. But in a post-Inauguration and sleep-deprived haze, it can be hard to remember which is which.

The mystery of who sent the anthrax letters may finally be solved, and it's like the most random plot twist to a James Patterson novel (not that either of us has ever read a novel by James Patterson, but the advertisements for them on the Metro make it seem like a good simile). Steven Hatfill gets his millions, his…