Election Nights

I have come to dread all election nights.

There's the part where I go to bed, trying not to think about it.

There's the part when my husband comes to bed somewhere between 1 and 4 AM. I wake up. I ask the latest. Or I ask not to know the latest yet. I'm not ready.

Inevitably he tells me. That's often the end of my sleep for the night. 

In the Mail

We got this in the mail yesterday.

First I was a little excited. Oh goody! Allies!