Monday, January 19, 2009

Our Long National Nightmare Is Over

I'm trying to get psyched up for a long day in the cold cold cold
tomorrow.

I miss my husband and daughter terribly.

I fear a little less for my daughter's future.

I'm cold and sleepy and miss the warm snoring plane of my husband's back
beside me.

I'm feeling the excitement of 3 million happy people who can barely
believe what is about to happen.

I'm feeling something like the ghosts of the dead slaves whose blood and
sweat stain the white edifices of the myriad landmarks that surround
me.

I'm feeling something like the ghosts of the dead Iraqi and Gazan and
Afghani civilians whose blood and tears stain the white hands of the
President leaving office.

I'm tired, I want to sleep with no nightmares.