Nauseously Optimistic

Election Day in the US.

And we're seven hours ahead of time here.

A day of hope. I kept busy with laundry chores and grocery shopping. We had a delicious supper of grilled bue peppers and thick pork chops, along with a nice Cusamano Lucido.

The voting map looks promising as we turn in for the night; it's just 5:00 pm back in the States.

Praying.



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