What Do I Do? What Do I Do? What Do I Do?

     It's 6:03 pm on Election night.  It'll be a couple more hours before the results start slowly rolling in, at which time I'll be glued to the TV screen until we have a new President, or rather until the election results are in,

...as Donald Trump has made it pretty clear that he intends to throw a sore-loser tantrum and gum up the works to the best of his ability if he loses.

    But even if he does that, well, it's okay, I believe it will all get sorted out soon enough.
    But in the meantime my inner cat is pacing the floor of my brain.  Like many of my fellow countrymen and women, I've felt at loose ends since I woke up this morning, and so I've been filling the hours with yoga class, work, necessary and contrived to-dos, 

..and stuffing my face with munchies all day long, a purely nervous reaction.

     And all day long I've been checking and re-checking the Fivethirtyeight website, my election prognosticator of choice (see post from 10/10/2016), even though the final election stats were given at 10 am this morning.

Still I keep looking over the results again and again, just to make sure.

    
     I want to share my rumination with my hubby Tom but he's out volunteering, or I want to share with one of my children or my sister but they're all either at work at the moment or out of the country. 

     Claire and Tommy are out of the ones who are out of the country.  They're in Colombia at the moment,

...with my sister,

...and for the past few days they've been traveling the Amazon where there's no wifi or cell reception.   Chances are they won't know who won for days.  Mayhaps they're lucky for having missed the last crazy days of this crazy election.
       So here I sit, alone in the house - even the cat is out  - not exactly in a state of worried anxiety, but not fully in a state of happy anticipation, either.
      I think I'm feeling like a kid on Christmas Eve who knows there's a chance that Christmas might not come.
        But who also knows that it might.