For some, there is that giddy and delightfully childlike, “Santa Claus is coming!!” excitement. For others there is this sense of anxiety as if, instead of voting tomorrow, they have a root canal scheduled concurrent with a colonoscopy.

The Mrs is the former, and I’m the latter.

Although I put my anxiety into a sport metaphor:

I’d love to be optimistic, but I’m a Chiefs fan … which means I’m wating for a my team’s tendency to blow it, mixed with a bit of pathetically piss-poor officiating, all put together to make a tragic, heart-wrenching loss.

Myabe it’ll be different this time. But until it’s over, I won’t believe it.

(OT: I’d appreciate it of either tbogg or Mrs Tbogg would send me an email — we’re getting ready to make our annual contribution to a local no-kill animal shelter [Wayside Waifs here in KC], and want to do so in Satchmo’s name. Just need an email where they can send the “Thnaks for the Donation” card. Thanks!)

And thank you, Tbogg, for my bassett fix. It’s like I got my reward early. [I did walk-in voting last week. So easy!!]

It’s 5 am here. OTOH, we should know Mainland results by late afternoon.

H/t to the L&TCasey. Can you add “politically aware” to those initials?

Have a great day, everyone.