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A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Seventy

I am trying to avoid watching the results come in for the election, as best I can.  It is not particularly useful or productive, but just stokes anxiety.  Even so, in the modern day, it is difficult not to have a lot of that information thrown at you, whatever your preference, and it doesn't seem great, at the moment.  I have tried to remain optimistic about things throughout the past few months, and so far as I know it is not yet over, in any real sense, but I've heard enough to recognize that it does not seem to be going well right now.
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Poem: It has been this way before

It has been this way before I can remember it, can recall all of those moments, the waiting, all of it. I can remember. I watched it, maybe, or I did not. I was there, either way, I was there. And now, it is the same, or I think it is. I think it is worse the second time.
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A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Sixty-Nine

Tomorrow is the election, obviously.  Melissa has to be at her polling location by 5 or 5:30, I believe.  In some ways, focusing on her work makes it a bit easier not to worry as much about the outcome, or at least helps me to avoid focusing on those concerns.  I am trying to remain optimistic, but I know it is close enough to be a craps shoot.  Even so, I have honestly felt somewhat positive about a Harris victory, as much as I am aware that means nothing in the end.
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Poem: I should stop

I should stop I have before and I plan to, I will.  It is best if I do. I know that. I am not unaware of consequences. Knowing what is best does not mean it is easy.
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A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Sixty-Eight

Today was the last day of early voting.  Melissa still has work tomorrow, setting up for Tuesday, but it is not quite as long a day.  Of course, Tuesday will be a lot, but hopefully tomorrow will be a pretty easy one.
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Poem: I said I would

I said I would but I changed my mind: I am too tired.  I would still do it, even so, that is my inclination, to do it anyhow despite what seems best for me, but I decided: not tonight.  I am trying to do better for myself.
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A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Sixty-Seven

My brother just got into town so I am going to go visit him for a bit.  I decided it would be best to get my work done first, though, I don't want to make it too late of an evening.
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