Sounds like SF had quite the celebration.

I'm staying home from work today. After sleeping for at least 9 hours (with a 4 hour awake period in between), I am actually still feeling tired. (I also figure that if you have to wait 24 hours after a fever to take your child to daycare, we grownups should possibly follow the same sort of rule about going to work.)

I plan to wait for the best (warmest) part of the day to go vote but vote I shall. Don't love the candidates but don't want the worse ones to get in without a fight.

I voted! I got to vote for my next-door neighbor, for mayor. I don't think he's going to win, which in part is what allowed me to vote for him. I am possibly a bad person. He's a good guy, and I think he'd be a fine mayor, but he definitely has a politician streak.

And yet, I feel like my teeth hurt MORE! Sigh. I expect it may still be better for them.

I have a hard plastic guard for clenching and I wasn't wearing mine because it gripped really tightly around my teeth and was uncomfortable. I could only fall asleep wearing it if I was dead tired and would only sleep about 4-5 hours with it in before I had to get up and take it out. (And the drool, my god the drool!) My dentist readjusted it, cut it down a bit and made it less grippy. It helped a bit. But I still am inconsistent about wearing it.

the cats had me up from 4:30 - 5:30. As payback I am taking them to the vet today (actually we already have an appt, so it's not payback, except IN MY HEAD).

I am full of gronk and yawns.

I am full of gronk and yawns.

Me too. I have to go get my blood drawn before work, which means I need to leave the house a little after 7:00. I'd try that payback thing, but I'm already doing it.

I woke up early, but moving slowly enough that I didn't leave the house early at all. So far, so good, except for a scratchy throat that I refuse to believe means anything.

I woke up early to vote before work, and based on the injustice -- INJUSTICE, I SAY -- of making me get up early, I expect all of my candidates to win. It's the least they could do.

I stayed up way too late making chilli. And now I am suffering this morning.

Chumley has a vet appointment for 11, but since he saw one a week ago when he had a bit of conjunctivitis and got shots and a checkup then, I'm going to take Muppet for a checkup instead.

She's MUCH easier to get into a carrier than Chumley, who has many more claws to cling to the opening on all four sides. (He is, in many significant ways, a cartoon cat.)

I think I have rarely been this unmotivated to vote in a major election, but I managed to get it done.