Calm before the storm. Not calm exactly but a steady drone of calls for this and that, playing on every feeling one might be having. (The best are modest - Only if you can afford it - or combos: WE'RE CRYING tears of joy...)
It's too much to handle, as if my $3 or postcards or whatever alone could save every seat in congress. A nervous tango of dread and hope, each trailing its own indecisive polls and prediction, has come to a still point.
Tomorrow the real trouble begins, even if our better angels clearly prevail. Pray for peace.
