My husband has left me (temporarily) for a map of the (Not So) United States in Blue, Red and not counted. I got him to watch a tv show but afterwards it was right back to the same map.

I get it, of course and I’m truly feeling that election anxiety as well but I’m making a real effort, this time around to detach myself from it. It’s going to take awhile to get all the votes in. Staring at these colorless states will help, the same way pressing the close door button inside an elevator does.

The TV show thing finally happened when I said: “If we watch something the map will still be there after with maybe some changes or not.” The show was pretty good, except Garry couldn’t recall much of last season so he felt detached with it. Plus the main characters refused to update us on the election.

Luna, our precious pit bull couldn’t give a fig about who wins so long as there are treats and naps. Elections are a very human thing and we want to feel good about it.

We want to see a light at the end of the tunnel and here’s the thing, the light doesn’t have to be big. It could be a pen light, as long as we can see it. Hope and belief that we can go in a direction of some sanity.

I’m not ready to look at the map, it’s too darn early but when I do, I’d like to see a little light and a lot of possibility.