Tuesday, November 3, 2020

The Election

Sure, I got up at my usual hour, but I'm having a hard time doing my novel work.

It's election day.

I've been waiting for this day for four long years and also dreading it. The dread is purely selfish. It's: how the heck am I going to persevere through this long and anxious time?

I must say, I'm inordinately grateful for my busy and distracting job. I'll barely poke my head up all during the school day. Then, I'll go for a nice steady run. Maybe this is the week to accomplish the medium-long run I've been skipping in my weekly training plan. And then?

I don't even know. 

Hope for Florida? 


Or Georgia?

Keep a bucket for the puke by the couch and the television?

Suggestions welcome.

1 comment:

LH said...

This day has been a washout. I wish I had worked. Kind of.

I did take a nap this afternoon, so I guess that was good, but I had hoped to be more productive.

This situation has paralyzed me.