Not to complain or anything, but this drizzly Sunday morning I find myself:
1) recovering from a bout of
gout, an 18th century-sounding ailment that, on the plus side, gives me something in common with Ben Franklin. It's painful, and makes me hobble around like Granpa McCoy, and is literaly a royal pain, and;
2) Time addled by the end of DST.. feeling like I've been up for a week already, and;
3) Managed to knock over my barely-touched coffee cup, flinging cofee over family room furniture and carpet, and ;
4) Obsessively watching cable election coverage, and pouring over election poll
analysis on the web. Will this ever end?
But, on the bright side, I've reconnected with my fellow Buonos, the sun is peeking out, the polls look pretty good for our side, and we are heading out tonight for dinner and some live music. As the Bobster once sang, " The was music in the cafes at night, and revolution in the air"
Two days to go.
Cheers,
Don