I'm going to vote.
I'm going to vote a straight Democratic ticket. I have done this since 1980.
This year, after I vote, I'm going to come home and avoid the television like the plague.
Two years ago I was off work on election day. I spent the day painting trim in my foyer, and as I painted I kept hearing the prognostications. Then the evening came, I was still painting near the t.v., and I heard all of the awful events unfold in real time.
My daughter The Fair was still living at home, and she turned six shades of pale and asked for a glass of wine ... which she couldn't drink. Mr. J just stared at the t.v. in a state of apoplexy.
By midnight, Fair and I were weeping.
This time, maybe if I don't watch any returns, some degree of normal will return to the landscape.
It's magical thinking. But what if I'm right?