My wife and I are going out to vote shortly. Tonight, we’re having a few friends over for dinner and returns.
I told my wife we have to eat early in case the returns make us all lose our appetite. /
But seriously - I’m feeling oddly calm and generally pretty positive for some reason. Barring any egregious fuckery, we’ll probably be able to start fitting Preznit Blabbermouth with a muzzle tomorrow.