I always think that if you survive Monday, you’re a third of the way through the week. Psychologically, anyway. This week I think I’m going to have to go all the way through Thursday before I feel like it’s Tuesday.
If that makes any sense.
Waiting for returns to come in here in the Mitten. It was a perfect day for voting — high 60s most of the day, when it wasn’t 70. The mild winter is back for its final days, which can be a glorious thing, but can also be disastrous. The fruit trees will start to bud after a few days of this, and if we get another cold snap? No apples, no cherries, no glorious fruit from Michigan this year.
So, fingers crossed.
I voted, of course. There was only the presidential question on the ballot, which made it fast work. And I got there on my bicycle, which made it something of a miracle.
And now I’m exhausted.
At this very, very early hour, Bernie is doing better than I’d ever have thought — he’s got 10 points on Hillary right now, but it’s only 16 percent reporting now. And Kasich is coming in second for the GOP. You know what they say: Second is the new win-if-it-weren’t-for-Trump.
Wouldn’t it be an upset if the Bern takes Michigan? I doubt it’ll happen, but I think I’ll post this right away, in case it does.
In the meantime, any bloggage? Maybe this, yet another data analysis proving Obamacare is a success.
But right now, I think I need to go to bed.