On pins and needles

In light of all the talk-talk that will be going on today over the water coolers and the airwaves, I feel brevity is in order.

I volunteered.

I waited in line 1 1/2 hours. I voted.

Now I am in bed. The covers aren’t over my head yet, but they are up to my chin. I’m recovering from bronchitis. Good news: A few days of rest. Bad news: There will be no celebratory champagne or drowning in sorrows once the returns are in.

Damn those antibiotics.

Now, I wait. I pray. I hope. I hand it over to a higher authority.

The freakin’ Electoral College.