Wow, that was bracing. I'm drunk now. Someone on Twitter called Trump a coked-up howler monkey, which, yeah, okay. Clinton definitely won. Trump definitely thinks he won.

My prediction: Trump won't lose his supporters, but Clinton will get a bump from this.

I was pretty sure I'd at least be working from home, to manage coughing spasms, but good chance I'll be doing less than that. Still have no taste and getting only random smells. Dawn, apparently, cuts through.

Probably the surfactants.

Oh, Gud. Wishing you sleep and strength, and sending healing vibes for her.

Gud, I hope you get some sleep.

Yes, try to take care of yourself and get some sleep.

Wishing you and her good healing sleep, Gud.

Good rest to all of you, Gud. Thanks for checking in.

Thank you for checking in, Gud. I hope you are able to get some rest. Non stop love and support heading your way. I can only imagine, and as a parent really have, the condition you are in right now. May tomorrow bring news of recovery. So much love, and so much sorrow. My heart is breaking for you.

And of course a separate post is required for this debate.

I put my outrage to good use by hopping on my treadmill while watching the debate.

Oh that would have been a great plan, except for the wine drinking plan! Ooops!

I survived the debate, and was overall very pleased. However, my biggest gasp of the night, was... Ask Sean Hannity! HIlarious!