Hoping, Praying, Fingerscrossin'

Dear Readers,

I am far too nervous to blog today, and I'm hoping you're too busy getting your vote on to bother reading me.

For me, it's Barack or Canada, and with the race being as tight as it is (I won't let the polls get my hopes up), my next post may well feature wintry fashions for my new life as a Canadienne. Rest assured that no matter how frigid it may get up there, I will never don a pair of Uggs.

It's frightening for me to imagine that John McCain could be our next jefe, but the fact is, even though my family, friends, workplace, industry, and city are fiercely and overwhelmingly pro-Obama, our views are not shared by all Americans, or even a small fraction of them. I wasn't even aware that I knew any McCain supporters until I noticed a high school friend's Facebook status message proclaiming her preference, which certainly made me shudder but also forced me to acknowledge the very real possibility of a Walnuts presidency.

Oy, it's going to be a long day.