This election has me sweating bullets! We’re not made for this! How do we cope? Let’s look to our fearless leader, Her Majesty The Publisher, for guidance: A day at the spa for a mani-pedi and some “massage back”, but the spa is her bedroom. A little fortress of solitude, but the door is a muslin blanket strung between her bed and the toy kitchen. A fresh coconut, but it’s a passionfruit. A fox, but it’s Kina.

I don’t have it in me for a long one tonight. Nobody should work at a newspaper during the 2020 election! Let’s get some rest and hope for better tomorrow.

dad