I’m thumb-typing this post as Baboo snoozes on me, post-breakfast. She slept through till 6:15. I did not.
I woke up this morning at 4 am, jumpy as hell. I felt over-caffeinated, even though I wasn’t. I’m running on anxiety, at this point.
I’ve been doing an OK job of not thinking about the midterms, but my unconscious mind is clearly still whirring away. At this point, if you’re still interested in reading what I write, you know what’s at stake.
And of course, having a baby makes it harder not to worry. I want everything for her, and instead it seems like she’ll have less than I did — a dying planet, a people consumed with rage and hatred, a government hell-bent on controlling her body and starving her mind.
But she has me, and her dad, and our family and friends. She’s surrounded by love and affection and attention. And even with the practical demands that places on us, Adam and I are finding time to try to fix things. We sent a bunch of postcards for local Democrats. We’re reminding people to vote.
Which brings me to my next point: Tuesday, November 6. It’s election day — the most important election of our lifetime. If you haven’t already, now’s a good time to make a plan to vote.
Baboo needs you.