The whole country feels as if we're in an airport waiting room, idea I swiped from online. It's a time when everything's about waiting, calories don't count and treats are in order.
We don't know which direction we'll be going after Tuesday's votes, and we've done all we can to ensure success for the good fight we're fighting against fascism.
There are safeguards in place against election denial and violence. This will not be a repeat of the chaos of 2020, when we had a President fomenting trouble instead of an intelligent administration managing it and keeping the peace.
Meanwhile I'm breathing, snacking, walking, watching Trollope and listening to Trollope -- many parallels to today's shenanigans in Trollope. And knitting. I haven't done any making for days, one thing and another.
So here's where we are
Whatever happens, and I daren't be more than cautiously optimistic, after the trauma of 2016, at least my people will get their gloves and socks.
Happy waiting day, everyone, breathe, knit, and if you are eligible to vote and haven't yet done so, please do.
In the hope of a Harris win I have a couple of screenshots to celebrate. And Tuesday night I'm in a watch party with my Kamala pearls and chucks, with online friends.
Monday night, another meeting with Christopher Bouzy's most recent political maps of the current state of play, with votes already cast. He has a great record of knowledgeable observation and forecasting.
Meanwhile
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