Sat with a drink and my knitting and gritted teeth and an upset stomach, which slowly turned into butterflies, which culminated in tears and a very loud whoop to go with the shrieking in my neighborhood.
I haven't been happy about a presidential election since before I was married, and I've been divorced for four years.
I also dropped a stitch, but managed to unearth a skinny crochet hook and, I think, save it unobtrusively. Whew.
Now I am doing the dishes and having a bath. I'm taking tomorrow morning off... I guess I don't have to now, since I don't need to stay up late for returns or drink myself into a consolation stupor. But what's not to like about getting up at 10:30 instead of 6:40?
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