I had a choice. I could sit in the tv room, listening to the election night fanfare sound every few minutes, over and over, and be tense, or I could tie up my sneakers and head out for a walk to burn off some stress. I guess in the long run, I chose both. It was already dark and chilly when we started walking, and I thought I would regret not bringing along a jacket (scarf and gloves were de rigeur, though). We turned east at an intersection I never wavered from before, and went into entirely new territory. It was too dark to see much about the new neighborhood, but it seemed like a nice place. There were paved walking trails past dog parks and McMansions with small but perfectly landscaped yards. When I suggested the initial deviation, I had no idea how long the walk would be. We were gone almost an hour, and by the end, I was only still walking on by sheer force of will.
And now I'm back in my basement, popcorn and ice cream bowls empty, a few ounces of adult beverages to the good. I really don't know what's going to happen tonight. I know what I chose when I dropped off my ballot on Saturday. I can't tell from the projections where the world will end up. Watching the Dow Jones futures, I suspect our retirement funds are going to be much thinner by lunchtime tomorrow. No matter what, things are going to be rough tomorrow for everyone.
I'm going to be up late tonight. I may or may not be able to sleep later. I will leave you all to decide whether you're happy or not with the night.
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