Ever since the clock on this Election Day started to be counted in hours, instead of days, weeks, and months, I’ve been too excited and nervous to think of much else.
It’s sort of crazy, really. I’ll watch MSNBC for hours at a stretch, listening to the same news get recycled over and over again. Non-stop polling data, the parsing of each candidate’s words, their demeanor, their level of energy, endless analysis of the electoral map.
When I’m at the computer, I’m constantly checking about half a dozen blogs and news sites.
Through it all, I’m trying to remember what this feels like – this sense that we are on the cusp of an enormous historical event. I want to remember so that I can tell my grandchildren everything my short life has spanned up until this moment in time.
I want to wallow in the craziness, not suppress it. And, I keep thinking of Jane Kenyon’s excellent poem, “Happiness,” wondering if it’s true.