Woke up this morning at 9:30, felt quite ill–that “low grade” cold my bedmate had creeped over and nabbed me in the night. Had porridge for breakfast (thanks, dad, for cursing me with a deep love of hot cereal on cold mornngs) and promptly fell back asleep on the couch for three hours.

Had wave after wave of dreams…one about being a political rally where Hillary Clinton was accidently introduced as “Hillary Reagan,” but she didn’t seem to mind, and went on to sing a song. Wouldn’t that be cool if politiicians sang?

Obviously election day has oozed into my psyche. Irritating, too, since I voted by absentee ballot last week. For all of you who are curious, I voted for Gore. As a brilliant Salon columnist said “I support Nader absolutely, I’m just not voting for him.” Amen, Bruvva. I, however, am convinced that Bush will win, and quite honestly, I’m horrified.

In other news, I’m dropping the boy off at the Airport in a few hours. He’s flying to LA to visit Dot–they’ll have a great time together! I’m excited for him.