I'm on cloud nine throughout the day. We don't get to bed until after one on election night and my Mexican jumping-bean brain cells keep me from experiencing a restful sleep. I awake sometime after three, toss and turn, and try to eliminate thought of Don somehow sabotaging the election. By midafternoon, I'm dragging a little bit. JoAnna's back to her usual work schedule, which today means that she has a meeting in Milwaukee that will keep her out past ten. I'm crashed out by the time she returns. Maybe Andy is too, or maybe he's tubin' out.
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