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Tuesday, November 04, 2008
I had a post all prepared for this event (because really, who didn't suspect this was coming?). Trouble is, I can't muster the chirpy resolute cheerfulness that I'd planned. I am going to recklessly proceed without it. I may regret this. We'll see.
Things No President (and Congress and Senate and Slate of Judges) Can Reasonably Be Expected To Be Able To Take Away From Me:
- My children.
- My husband. (Although he's, um, not at all happy right now. Poor guy. He's taking it way harder than I am.)
- My extended family.
- My faith. (Although I wouldn't put it past some people to try.)
- My house. Assuming we don't wind up paying such punitive energy prices that we can't pay our mortgage anymore. Maybe I should strike this one. Because I already don't drive an SUV or leave my lights on -- I don't even use my heater or a/c, fercryinoutloud -- and our budget could not easily absorb a "spike".
- My garden. Except as noted above.
- My joie de vivre. Except maybe. Temporarily. In waves. Like right now.
- The way you wear your hat? The way you sip your tea? I'm running out of things here.
Really, that's some pretty important stuff up there. And deep down I'm not so freaked out -- after all, the guy can't do everything at once, right? But I must confess I'm feeling weary. Tune in again next post for a return to the usual blithe unconcern, unflagging optimism, and self-deprecating humor that is my speciality. Tonight I'm just not feelin' it.
