All morning I was reading & drinking coffee in my pyjamas. Does life get any better? Quiet and sort of grey today. I have to go to work at 3 though. I’ll bring some music. At least I have tomorrow off. Election Day.

I had a certain fantasy about getting up really early tomorrow and being the first one in the neighborhood to vote. People are mobilized to vote. Andy says that he’s been nervous about it for the past week, that Wednesday morning if George W. is president, he’ll be depressed. I’m optimistic, but cynical … a cynical idealist. I’m hopeful that Gore will win, but also confident that if he doesn’t, it won’t matter much. Federal gridlock isn’t going to vanish. Groups of people always move more slowly than individuals. So much is unpredictable.

It’s fitting that we’ll be at the opening of Jessi’s play tomorrow night, “Dimly Perceived Threats To The System.” Afterwards, I imagine us going to a bar to have a drink & watch election results. Either outcome will be reason enough to have more than a few drinks.

I remember my mom saying to me on the phone last week, “I never thought that a son of mine would be voting Democratic!” And, “I tell you, I worry for the future of this country if Gore wins.” A main issue seemed to be taxes. “When you get older and have a house, you’ll understand,” she told me. I still cannot imagine myself wanting to own a house. I do, however, want a cat. I’m really thinking about getting one after Thanksgiving. I think I can handle the responsibility. Works in stages. I want to name my cat Fred. Or, if it’s a lady cat, Grace. After Grace Kelly and Grace Jones.