I was just thinking about, if I still was married and lived with my ex, the drama of the election night, probably some food tossed around, door banging, and screaming and cussing. And who is leading would be irrelevant. But there would be screaming.
Here I am, living alone for 18 months, just waiting for the results, the place is quiet, my pup is dead tired, sleeping peacefully on the bed. My very own bed.
I voted early this morning. It was a breeze.