The dude voted in his first election.
I’m in the kitchen, chopping carrots and watching the bread dough rise and listening to Meddle; the dude and Billie are in the living room, animatedly talking politics.
I was honestly a little anxious yesterday, during the inauguration, that something was going to happen, some suicide gunman or something. So glad I was wrong.
Just had my first coffee without T•••• as president in four years.
It was delicious.
Election night felt like 2016 all over again.
My anxiety dream the other night was that I was having trouble counting ballots.