This week in the saga

A week that starts with a restaurant logo and ends with a medal. Tuesday morning he tells a country diner chain to put its old sign back and manage itself better, and by Tuesday night it has done exactly that. Wednesday, three quarters of an hour after midnight, four words: ban mail-in voting. Eight hours later a financier and his son should be charged under the racketeering statute for funding protests, and the men around them are named psychopaths and told they are being watched. Friday evening an appeals court says the tariffs must go and he answers that all tariffs are still in effect, because the country will win in the end. Saturday afternoon, in the middle of all of it, he writes fourteen hundred words about limestone — the marble at the house, the stonework in the rose garden, a gash twenty-five yards long that he found while admiring it, and the yelling that followed. And on Monday the old mayor who fought his last wars for him is given the highest civilian honour the country has. Nobody knows yet how soon that medal will be handed to somebody else.