Quiver with anticipation
Strangely, the land was calm. After fifteen months of “he said vs she said”, the chatter ceased, and the nation went on task. Today, the neighbours are voting; the rest of us (as Tim Curry stated so well, back in 1975) “quiver with anticipation”. We won’t know how things are going until midnight, locally. Maybe not even then, given that one candidate has put the rest on notice about how a decision to accept will depend on the results. Ain’t never been an election quite like this!
Back here, the day was free of incident. I did find a copy of that “Moonlight” music, and now I have a goal: pretend to play a real piece of music, rather than improvising. Thankfully, the air is familiar, and I can find lots of other (competent) performers to emulate.
On TV, or more accurately, on Netflix, I watched a documentary on the acapella performers, Pentatonix. So good!
My jigsaw puzzle is complete, and rolled up for storage.
Lost one of my favourite t-shirts, this afternoon, after it was judged as “too worn to continue in play”. How is that even possible? If I can find a referee, I intend to protest my red card. The shirt, in passing, was blue – a colour that I can pick out in a crowded drawer.
I’m not sure, but I think the marine ship tracking receiver arrived this afternoon. With duty owing, which doesn’t sit well with my volunteer status. Also, the carton is marked “one of two”, so I’m going to delay my installation for a couple more days. In case the promised antenna arrives, saving me from an effort to construct one.
