Brenda

10:57am: My favorite love poem - following the herd.
It is sappy, yes. I like it anyway.

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There are Delicacies.
by Earle Birney

there are delicacies in you
like the hearts of watches
there are wheels that turn
on the tips of rubies
& tiny intricate locks

i need your help
to contrive keys
there is so little time
even for the finest
of watches

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(oh, pregnancy hormones! choking up at work!)

7:43pm: As I was driving home from work this evening, they announced Ohio for Obama.

And right there, going 80 miles an hour on 280, I spontaneously started to sob. Even worse than when I cast my vote for him this morning. In the little box, blackening the space inside the arrow, I got all choked up and teary. But in the car this evening was my first moment of really believing he might win this thing.

It was like the horrible weight of the last eight years, that I have been doing my best to ignore, was suddenly gone.

It was the most fabulous feeling.

8:22pm: No biggie, I don't think
Just a trim of folks who appear to have abandoned the ranch.

If I've made a mistake, let me know, 'kay?