The Waiting

I did not sleep at all last night. I was like a kid on the night before Christmas, tossing and turning in anticipation of the best present ever -- or a big pile of crap -- under the tree. Today has been no better. I have been distracted, edgy, slightly manic, and easily annoyed. Well, at least more easily annoyed than normal. At one point today I noticed that I seemed to be yelling everything I was saying, and giggling while doing it. Luckily, no one seemed to notice it, this weird electrical buzzing affecting everyone, or at least everyone in my life. "This could be it," we all seem to be vibrating, "we could be at a new beginning." Of course, not all of us may make it to see that new beginning, if it comes. I am pretty sure at least one person I know will spontaneously combust before this evening is out.

I came home and tried to take a nap, hoping that I would fall asleep and wake up when all the results were in, but sleep, once again, eluded me. I had to get up to check e-mail, and the news websites. I even logged on to a virtual couple of Magic 8 ball sites, asking for their exit poll results. However, the outlook there? "Not so good." Let's hope they are getting their numbers from FOX News.

Now I am making harvest soup, and fresh rolls. I have taken a bottle of good red wine off of our "reserve shelf" in the liquor cabinet. In just about an hour Ryan and I will settle on the couch for the long haul, not to emerge until it is time to celebrate -- or to make plans to move to New Zealand.

Don't let me down, America!