The Day
I did laundry that didn't need to be done. I cleaned and polished the kitchen counters. I Wet Swiffered the floors. I cooked myself a hot breakfast. That got me through to 9am.
Big Cuter called for a video chat, wearing his pink pussy hat from years ago. JannyLou called for sympathy and optimism; I asked if she read yesterday's post (where I swore to worry to the bitter end). I got nuttin' for ya, honey was all I said before we both dissolved into semi-hysterical laughter and hung up.
I started making olla balls for Grandma's Garden because I couldn't listen to the talking heads who knew nothing but kept on blathering. We ate a late lunch.
Little Cuter wasn't nauseously optimistic. Instead, after voting she brought 50 donut holes to work. How many did you eat? We laughed that same laugh when she admitted that she had long ago lost count.
I went back to the ollas. I folded laundry. I solved some problems for TBG. Now it's 4:28pm and the first polls are about to close. I think a bath is necessary to face the night... and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
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The Night
Steve Kornacki's manic energy just added to my angst. Fifteen people in Upper Utopia changed their minds and he wrote the percentage, illegibly, in green ink on a screen covered with numbers that made me even more anxious.
We watched the very early returns, then gave ourselves a breather with TMC's latest film noir which TBG recorded for just this moment. Kirk Douglas and Burt Lancaster and Lizabeth Scott kept us distracted for 20 minute intervals before we were pulled back into the blather-sphere.
Big Cuter forwarded Jen O'Malley Dillon's calming message to the campaign. Then he called to be sure I was okay. I loved the effort, futile though it was.
I, too, knew it would be a long slog. I, too, knew not to put too much reliance on the early numbers trending red. That the beating heart of the project said we expected this so don't freak out right now should have been a big help.
More numbers on the screen, more interviews with politicians who have nothing to say that I haven't heard already, mind numbing videos of large rooms behind locked doors.... we went back to the DVR and Star Trek.
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The Late Night
As the numbers showed Kamala under-performing Joe Biden's 2020 numbers, TBG shook his head in disgust. Americans don't seem to care about January 6th.
Sister's Senate candidate won his race; she then sent me a text announcing New Jersey's rightward swing. Sometimes she needs to say I told you so.
I'm not getting any happier. I don't think it will be called tonight. We're going to sleep. You may know more than I do when you read this in the morning. Only call me if it's news I want to hear.