Today feels like the last forty five minutes of fasting, though you managed to do just fine all day, now in these last few moments, it is as though time has suspended and each seconds ticks at the pace of glacier minutes. Things seem hopeful but I try not to raise hopes because though people may say one thing, all that matters is the choice they make in the privacy of that booth. I hope that if you have the privilege of being allowed to vote, that you are taking advantage of this. [FYI- In Georgia, if you are a felon and have finished your probation and your restitution if any, you CAN vote. DO NOT let them turn you away from the polls]. Kashif is going to be at a fun election party in San Francisco, but I will be here alone, curled up on the couch, my stomach in knots watching returns, I only hope, and pray that everything will be okay, and that the polls are accurate and that you all reading this are voting today.