It’s been a quiet morning. The Bug is off school, so the boys spent a good part of the morning in their pajamas.
We FaceTimed with Jack (their grandfather), and with family in Minnesota. We chatted with some of the people we love best in the world.
I played the piano, tidied the kitchen, had a cup of tea… It’s been a quiet morning.
And Yet…
Every time I remember what day it is, I feel a stab of anxiety.
Today is Tuesday, November 3rd, 2020. It is Election Day in the United States.
Butterflies flare up in my tummy whenever I think of it. I feel anxious about the results, about when we’ll know the results, about the future… All things I cannot control.
Gearing Up to Election Day
I sent off my absentee ballot in September. I followed up on the Loudoun County board of elections website to make sure my ballot was received (it was!), and since then I have felt somewhat powerless to do much more.
I’ve done a little volunteering at polling sites with the local MRC, but because of coronavirus concerns and having our kids at home, I haven’t been able to volunteer today. I’m disappointed.
I put up a campaign poster in front of the house. My very talented brother designed a wonderful Biden/Harris poster, which I put in our front window. (Click here to download and print them for yourself!)
Mainly, I’ve tried to be a good neighbor. I figure that by fostering a good spirit of community with our neighbors, they might be influenced by that and remember it when they go to the polls.
But who knows if that has any effect? It feels like I could and should have done so much more. This is what I think about as I worry about today’s election results.
And So I Knit
To reduce anxiety and calm my fluttering nerves, I knit.
A girlfriend asked me if I wouldn’t mind making little Oats Cowls for her girls. Since she even provided the yarn, I couldn’t say no! I can’t resist a lovely, quick and satisfying knit like this.
But now I’ve been not-knitting for too long. I can feel the butterflies getting stronger. Time to soothe them (and myself) with some meditative needle clicking.
Go Vote. Please.
Let’s break records. Let’s make this a landslide.
