Post-election post-mortem expected later

I’m kind of having one of those days.

The spouse called this morning because someone creamed his car at the intersection of 6th and Mineral and then backed up and drove off. Had to wake the youngest and shuffle cars in between calling the insurance company, the car repair shop, and ordering a tow truck.

I want a wife. Dammit do I want a wife.

Now I’m headed out to take the youngest to work given the car situation and will stop by for a much needed swim. There I will think about what I really want to say. Or maybe I won’t. The single best thing about swimming is that eventually the whole world becomes your breathing and whether or not it’s time to turn.

Then I need to make one of those $100 trips to the grocery store because after being away from the house for a week, whatever I’d left is now all gone. And since I don’t have a wife (and unlike someone’s very kind suggestion on Twitter that I ask Obama to make my groceries magically appear) I will need to be that girl.

Then I will come home, make a cup of tea, and finally read the copious comments from Randy’s open thread last night. And then if it’s not midnight, I’ll write that post.

Except I do need to cook dinner. Pork chops with apples and onions. Can’t decide between red potatoes or mashed potatoes. Mashed red potatoes with skins. Done. And green beans.

And then someone has to pick up the youngest after her shift.

Did I mention I want a wife?

Comments

  1. “Did I mention I want a wife?”

    Well if you move to Maryland or Maine, that can now be arranged. :-)

    Best of luck dealing with the “normal” issues now that the election is over.

  2. Oh, that was cute.