It may have been Donald Trump's most conventional move as president. During his holiday break at Mar-a-Lago in Florida, he convened meetings to start planning his re-election campaign.
Given the garish accounts in the new book by sometimes-reliable writer Michael Wolff - of Trump's horror at winning in 2016, of his wife's angry tears at the prospect of being first lady, of his lonely hours in bed with a cheeseburger, ranting at the TV - you might wonder why Trump would want a second term.
Rare is the president who doesn't want one, despite the pressures and isolation of the job. Reelection is the ultimate ratification, the political equivalent of Sally Field's 1984 Oscar moment: "The first time I didn't feel it, but this time I feel it, and I can't deny that you like me. You like me!"
Despite evidence to the contrary, Trump wants to be liked. So I don't doubt that he's laying plans for 2020, though a great many Democrats, some rival Republicans, and maybe special counsel Robert Mueller III have other plans in mind. When he schedules his next skull session, then, a certain topic ought to be on the agenda: timing the Trump Recession.
Yes, recession. I know this is one of those moments when people imagine the rules of economics have been suspended. The stock market races endlessly upward. Help-wanted signs paper shop windows. Economies around the world are in a rare period of simultaneous growth, and tax cuts have brightened corporate boardrooms from Portland, Maine, to Portland, Oregon.