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Oh thank God today finally arrived
My offhand prediction: Obama 353, Senate Dems 58, House Dems 247, California yes on 8. Just guessing.
The Raleigh News & Observer sent out a note cracking down on election-night pizza-horking: "Please be polite," wrote Susan Spring, the News & Observer's director of newsroom operations. "If you are working elections, you may have up to TWO slices" of pizza. A few hours later, executive editor John Drescher vetoed the limit, but added that "if Susan Spring chases you with a knife in her hand, you are on your own."
Eight years ago I went to sleep early, after Florida had been called (the first time) -- arrived at work at about 3 in the morning only to find the newsroom buzzing with people, asked the editor-in-chief what was going on, and she talked for five minutes before flittering away and I got absolutely zero information out of her. Hectic, confusing, strange -- but awesome in its own hideous way. Tonight promises to be less so, though some of the lines y'all are reporting from the polls might be the story of the night.
Okay, enough electoral trauma. Fast-forward to tomorrow. No more polarization, no more invective, no more garrulous rhetoric. Back to work.
The Raleigh News & Observer sent out a note cracking down on election-night pizza-horking: "Please be polite," wrote Susan Spring, the News & Observer's director of newsroom operations. "If you are working elections, you may have up to TWO slices" of pizza. A few hours later, executive editor John Drescher vetoed the limit, but added that "if Susan Spring chases you with a knife in her hand, you are on your own."
Eight years ago I went to sleep early, after Florida had been called (the first time) -- arrived at work at about 3 in the morning only to find the newsroom buzzing with people, asked the editor-in-chief what was going on, and she talked for five minutes before flittering away and I got absolutely zero information out of her. Hectic, confusing, strange -- but awesome in its own hideous way. Tonight promises to be less so, though some of the lines y'all are reporting from the polls might be the story of the night.
Okay, enough electoral trauma. Fast-forward to tomorrow. No more polarization, no more invective, no more garrulous rhetoric. Back to work.
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So by the time the pizza got here I was pretty sick of sugar.
Still.
Tir'd, but good day. My "I voted" sticker's on my Stylebook and all is well.