If you weren't aware (and I'm sure that by now the world is watching with baited breath), the United States will elect their new leader today. I voted. I'm pretty proud of that.
But today marks the end of what has been a long, turbulent and emotionally taxing campaign. One of which I have been a sometime captive spectator. I've never felt such relief at having the end in sight when it comes to politics.
Now, my blog has never really been too political, other than to skewer some of the morons in Dallas' municipal charade, and I don't intend to start spewing about national politics, but all Americans should take a deep breath tomorrow, take a look outside the window and see that the world, in fact, did not end, no matter who is elected tonight.
I've been rather ill for the past week, and I've finally found the right cocktail of drugs to get me through the workday. Our autumn has arrived in Dallas, and I'm desperate to roll in the leaves that cover our drive, though Hornsby has already beaten me to the punch.
Also, if you can muster a few drops of solitude or energy, a friend of mine has been in a dreadful accident, and I'd appreciate it if you can send any thoughts or prayers you can spare here.