This week promised to be full of loveliness, and so far it's delivering: I have never been so charmed with my students and their wise-cracking, hard-working selves; Liz and I got to catch up over eggs Benedict and bites of brioche French toast yesterday morning; it's sixty degrees outside at eleven-thirty at night; the B is rolling into town any minute now; it looks like Obama has it; there's cold Labatt's in the fridge; and finally, finally, the cherry on my metaphorical ice cream sundae: I ran a great run tonight. Everyone in line outside the polling places, even the places where the lines stretched out the double doors, seemed happy to be a part of something bigger than themselves. They waved as we ran by. I waved as we ran by.
I'm out. Have a good one, you know?
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