I'm Through With Poll Watching

        It kind of crept up on me. It started with just an occasional glance at Fivethirtyeight to see how the midterm polls were percolating. Then, as the races tightened, I started pulling up that encyclopedic polling site two, three, four times a day, poring over the graphs, charts, and visual representations as if they were some sort of runic divinations that would magically shift in the direction I wished before my eyes if I just angsted hard enough over them. 
         But, alas, my addiction to poll-watching has apparently done nothing to alter the midterm predictions, lift my hopes, or boost my spirits. All it's done is make me feel all  worried and weltschmertzy. 
          And so I'm done. I'm finished pulling up Fivethirtyeight to check the midterm polls. In fact, I'm done with looking at anything having to with the midterm elections. I've already voted, my ballot is cast and recorded, and now there's nothing more  I can do to influence the outcome of the midterms, least of all angst over polls and political prognostications.
         So no more politics for me between now and November 8. I've taken the pledge, sworn off the stuff, staying free and clear of it all.
         I'm just having one, last, final farewell-to-Fivethirtyeight. It really is my last look. Really.