Celebrating continues.

Last night I celebrated our nation’s return to reason.  I read the New York Times and listened to cello music on a scratchy record.  I baked a cake, and I chatted with a gentleman caller, completely unchaperoned. 

As Mr. Vonnegut would say, “If this isn’t nice, what is?” 

…Every time I hear “President-elect Obama,” my blood pressure eases, my shoulders sink, and I lose the lines between my eyebrows.

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