We went to bed at 11 pm, when it was 5 pm on the East Coast and no polls had closed yet--exit polls weren't even in. We woke up and Obama was president-elect. Hooray is really not adequate to the occasion. I've been walking around glowing all day.
Tristram said another word this morning: Dog. He said it to Jonathan; I was in the kitchen and didn't hear it. This evening he couldn't quite remember how to say it and wanted to put his hand on my lips while I read his dog book to see how it was done. He is a clever little learning machine,that one.
It seems my recipes blog somewho triggered blogspot's robot patrol that searches for spam. It is under review waiting for human eyes to look at and determine whether it is legit or not. I'm not sure how that happened. In the meantime, you can still see it, you just will be routed through a warning page first.
I was so caught up in the election anxiety yesterday that I didn't even do my stay-or-go of the day. I want to stay because the espresso here is delicious--and is, much to my amusement, actually called "expresso" just like people mispronounce it in the U.S. I want to leave because Obama is so much better than Sarkozy.
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