I had really compelling plans to sleep whole helluva lot last night, because the night before I got about three hours. Maybe it was the time change, maybe my 0.12 blood-caramel level, but Sunday night found me staring at the crown moldings, wide awake and ready to operate heavy machinery. I sleepwalked through most of the day in a bleary, raspy haze, reeling hither and yon, writing drivel, and strategizing for an early face-plant.
Due to an unforeseen adventure, an amazing, heartening story that will play Dueling Banjos on your heartstrings, it was not to be.
That story will have to wait, however, since I'm seeing triple as it is and staring down the barrel of another late-nighter on vote-based tenterhooks. (Voterhooks!)
At the risk of PO-ing those of you who waited hours to vote, I skated in at around 4:30 today and was out in five minutes. The boys came into the booth with me, and as soon as the curtain closed Robert shouted, "I'll vote Obama for you Daddy, 'cause I can reach it!" Then we all grabbed hold of that magnificent metal lever and delivered a wrenching blow for what passes for representative democracy. We waited longer in line for free scoops of ice cream at the Ben & Jerry's down the street.
And now, we wait and watch. We watch Anderson visit the pundit pen, we watch projections based on 0% of the vote, we watch hours of blather and counterblather, and we watch history.
By the way, I made a sizeable bet that Obama would win by more than 100 electoral votes. If I win, everyone gets a new pair of shoes!
