- I voted for a president and a U.S. senator
- I had my eyes dilated
Just writing this much has taken way too long, so — short post tonight. Which is sad, because I had so much to tell you, including a cute story about voting from Mimosa's babyhood and my imminent membership in a Teacup Piggy Syndicate.
However, I will mention that my Italian Spitfire zumba teacher noticed that I'd lost more weight and complimented me, which was thrilling! I tell you: Even though the scale isn't dipping dramatically, I have been pretty dedicated with the exercise and my body is reshaping. It is cool. I lie in the bathtub and have a little Pretty Party, admiring my own calves. (Hmm, is that maybe TMI? There are lots of bubbles involved, and this scene you're now picturing, inadvertently or not, should be totally G-rated.)
And yes, you can do zumba when you're legally blind. It's Full Inclusion Zumba.
Husband, the political science junkie, is glued to his laptop, hitting Refresh every 12 seconds, and he tells me that things are looking very good for my guy and my girl right now. He'll likely be up all night, waiting for the results of the Florida 18th. (I've already flunked my role as Supportive Junkie Spouse; when Husband commented that the Indiana 9th is especially interesting, I was supposed to say, "Ah, the bloody 9th.") (What I instead said was, "Oh, sure.")
(Cindy Glamour, I bet you knew the right line.)
OK — off to the tub, where I shall soak in the joy of living in a democracy. We'll see how long I soak, though, I'm not sure I can read with my eyeballs all wacky. And a bath without a book . . . is just marinating.
Happy Election Day!
Lady C, American Girl