Saturday, November 7th, 2020

I’m awake at 7 AM. I don’t know why. Today I should sleep late. I have a list of things that I want to get done. I check the news and my mail. I make breakfast. I set up my computer so I can record another track of my 75 minute piece. Just as I’m about to start, the power goes out. I check if it’s just my computer. Nope. It’s the entire neighborhood. I go back to bed. When I wake up later, I have lost the momentum that I had. I catch up on some tasks and make my lunches for the week. I’ve been watching US election news compulsively. I put on some music instead while I cook. When I check my computer again, I see that I have missed the moment when the race has been called. I don’t feel exuberant so much as relieved. Of course, a lot of wrenches can be thrown in the path of history in the next two months. I flip between networks online. They all are saying the same things. Eventually, I pull myself away. The mundane returns. I still have to get ready for work tomorrow and pull my clothes together. After the elections, the laundry.