Chunk 34: Wake me on Wednesday.

I’m much too nervous to talk about it.

Much too uptight.

I’ve read all the polls.

I’ve reread all the polls.

Checked for any late movements in Pennsylvania,

trends in Florida,

swings in Arizona.

I’m worried about voter apathy in the rust belt,

and ignoring encouraging signs in the midwest.

I just want it all to be over now.

I’m getting twitchy.

Touchy.

I’m sweating on black women,

and stewing over college-educated men.

I’m haunted by Hillary:

The way she blew it four years ago?

I may never look at a red hat the same way again.

Two more sleeps and 270 electoral votes.

Until Wednesday,

I’ll have my fingers and toes crossed

With my head buried beneath the pillow,

all at the same time.

This campaign has aged me; I feel old enough to be running.