It is now more than two months [a lifetime] until the Democratic Convention. Let us suppose:
1: Bernie keeps winning some primaries, and even wins California, coming into the convention several hundred pledged delegates behind Clinton [entirely do-able].
2. The Republican Party coalesces around Trump, who stage manages an entertaining Convention [probable].
3. Trump fudges some of his most hideous proposals [likely].
4. Polls, of which there will be a great many, show Trump and Clinton virtually deadlocked [all too conceivable, alas].
5. The same polls show Bernie beating Trump badly [highly likely].
6. The Democratic superdelegates begin to contemplate just how big a risk they are taking of a disaster for the country by sticking with Clinton.
Then: It is just barely conceivable that enough superdelegates might peel off to throw the nomination to Bernie.
Without some such fantasy, I do not think I can bear the next two months, let alone the next six, even though I shall leave for Paris on Monday for a four week stay.