I was very worried when I saw Helen’s message that she was going to bed. Also some expletives about Lindsey Graham and pollsters. I was sure the trumpet had done it again.
I immediately looked the news feeds on my phone and was relieved that was not over. Trump had not won, yet. That was a delight, albeit a tenuous one.
Therefore, I did what any rational adult would do in this sort of situation, I spent today endlessly scrolling through Twitter and updating my feed every few seconds.
When I'm Sixty-four 
Sorry for the scare. I went to bed when Trump was ahead and it appeared certain that the Democrats were going to lose Florida, which that [expletive self-redacted]-head Lindsey Graham was gloating about.
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And by the way, THANKS for the letter. I was so delighted I even wrote a blog post (admittedly a super short one, but nonetheless something, which happens most infrequently these days).
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Hopeful anxiety describes this time absolutely.
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