Like you, I am about to burst. My internal clock reads optimist, but I am surrounded by neurotic naysayers, dreading a McCain upset. I find myself ministering to them, as only an agnostic can, with empathy for the human condition; making no promises about the Hereafter.
Distracted from all else, I've become infantilized by the presidential race: I'm my five-year-old self, haranguing Dad from the rear seat of our Ford Galaxie 500: "Are we there yet?" and… "I have to...
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