Tomorrow is Election Day. It sort of feels like a concert of a lifetime but instead of post-show euphoria, pure anarchy could be the aftermath. I’m a little anxious about the contentious presidential election this year; more anxious than others. Actually, other political contests have been wet noodles compared to this circus. I’m certain the difference this cycle is the potential for a Titanic event.
Despite my butterflies, I wait with bated breath for what unfolds. I know my attention will be glued to the news coverage from dawn to dusk. As I quietly root for my person of preference as I lay in the fetal position behind closed blinds and deadbolted doors, I’ll continue convincing myself in a barely audible whisper…
Welcome to the USA.