Happy, happy, joy, joy!

I went to bed last night before McCain's concession or Obama's acceptance speeches. I'd heard, from Shep on Fox News (the only channel we get on our dish-less television) that Obama won, but it was with some lingering sense of "it could all still have been snatched away in the night," that I woke up this morning.

But it wasn't a dream. Now, my problem, which, granted is small after the problem's of the last eight years, is I'm a blue voter in a decidedly red county of a red state. I've been reading about fireworks and dancing in the streets. The streets around my house were dark and silent all evening. Even my husband doesn't share my joy.

That joy, relief, hope, expectation, even happy surprise has to go somewhere, so you, dear blog readers, can share it with me. Let me know what you're doing to celebrate or not, as your political persuasion leads you.

Me, I'm mostly procrastinating, reading news stories and blogs, confirming to myself that history has been made and that I did wake up this morning to find the long nightmare is over.

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Morgan Mandel said…
I'm glad you're happy. Apparently, a lot more people are happy than not.

I was doing a book signing today at Barnes & Noble, Downtown Chicago, and lots of people were looking for any kind of Obama books they could find, also newspapers which they'd sold out of.

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6:24 PM
Karen Kirkpatrick said…
I bet people in Chicago are happy! They looked ecstatic last night!

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