Condition:

"Nauseously optimistic." I wish I could give credit to the first person who said it online, but I haven't been able to find the source. Someone said it was Robert Reich, but I haven't been able to confirm. 

Anyway, my plans for tomorrow evening: watching Agatha All Along and crocheting a mindless afghan that might go to The Kid, if she likes it.Yes, of course I'll be peeking at my phone. I'll also be drinking an extra cup or two of my favorite CBD tea.

I'm fine during the day, but I wake up at 3 am. I am a huge fan of Calm, and it's saving my life this week. I particularly love the train sleep stories; the combo of the gentle story about riding a historic European train in the 20s or 30s, the rhythmic train sound, gentle music, descriptions of luxury and hot chocolate, it works like magic for me. I'm waking up several times a night because my central nervous system is in panic mode, but a lovely peaceful train ride lets me fall asleep again, for at least oh, 40 minutes. Rinse, repeat.

Anyway, I'm "nauseously optimistic." I'm confident that Harris-Walz will win in reality. I'm not entirely confident about what happens next. We all have 2016 PTSD, and we know it's a real threat because we all saw what happened on January 6 when fucking with the EC didn't work. We might have an answer by Wednesday if the latest polls are accurate, and they probably are, as we now have stories about the NYT et al. not publishing positive polling for Harris, but that won't mean that fuckery won't happen. 

It IS different this time. We're prepared for it: fortifications are in place at the Capitol and the VP's residence, and if anybody had told me 40 years ago we'd reach the point where we have to do that kind of thing, I'm not sure I'd have believed it, but here we are. 

Anyway, take care of your mental health, get more sleep than I'm getting, and I'll be back when the dust settles.