Hanging by a Thicker Thread

Maybe it's Wednesday that's making me feel better.  Or maybe because I have another day off on Monday.  We get a day off for voting, but because I did mail in back in September I got to pick a day before month's end so yeah me.  Hopefully it's not an email explosion.  Lots of stuff to keep me busy the next few days so I don't have the Tuesday scaries.

I saw signs of the lurker but nothing too bad.  At least not yet.  I don't get that individual. I was excited when I found out about them and their credentials.  Now I'm excited when they're not online to spy.  That's disappointing that people have to act like that.  Cruel.  

I don't know what's wrong with my dentist's office.  I think someone must be having vodka for lunch because I keep getting letters asking why I don't come back.  Um, I do and it's every 6 months.  What the hell?  Must be the same person who didn't cancel my appointment and move it to the following week when I needed to do that a couple of years ago.  I got worried because I know my dentist is retirement age and I thought maybe this was the letter telling me that.  No, just another why don't you show up?  Good grief.

I actually felt a little emotional reading my replies from the North Carolina voters.  It's been more positive and one person responded after I sent the Great!  Can you get 3 friends to vote?  They responded that they got 5 friends to the polls and they all voted for Kamala.  I sent that a person a thank you for being a voter.  I typed that out myself.  As long as I don't type something foul as some people deserved, I don't think it's a bad thing.  I said You rock and put a heart emoji.  It made me feel hopeful because when I see Trump and know that there will be cheating?  That worries me.  I saw a video of a woman in Tennessee getting choked up about the lines for early voting and how it's never been like this.  The polls stress me out.  Seeing the responses I get when I do my early morning texting tells me it'll be ok.

I sure hope so.  I would like to see the true believer come back when the results are in.  

Have a good day good humans.  

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