Election's Eve

There's a pumpkin pie in the oven.

A chicken pot pie has been eaten for supper.  I put a biscuit topping on instead of a crust.  My men tend to eat their veggies if they're camouflaged in something interesting.

I've put supper in the crock pot for tomorrow night.  The recipe called for a cup of white wine. That means there is the better part of a bottle left over.  

I reckon there is nothing for it except to finish it off myself.  God knows wine doesn't keep once it's been opened.

It doesn't, does it?

I imagine I'll take my happy ass into the living room and sit it upon the couch for a night of TV.

Big is at rehearsal.  "Singing in the Rain"  for the fall show.

Big Daddy and Little are up at the local Bass Pro.  There is need of a hunter education card, so classes must be taken.  One is there for moral support, the other is in need of a passing grade before deer tags can be obtained.

Guess who is who?

Me?  I reckon I'll see how Denny Crane's mad cow is coming along.

I'll feed the livestock.  

Finish the wine.

Enjoy a weirdly warm autumn evening.

And I'll pray.

The election is tomorrow. 

Tonight, I pray for healing.  I pray for my country's decision.  I pray that no matter what the outcome tomorrow we can come together united to fix the many problems we have.

I pray the rest of the world will once again look to us as a beacon of hope and integrity.

...and change.

No man is an island.

Is it any different for a country?

I know my vote.  And no matter what anyone else says, my vote does count.

So much hinges on the choice made tomorrow.  

So, my dearest blog brothers and sisters,  no matter your decision...no matter your opinion...no matter your heart.

Be true to your country and vote.

Rest, review, reflect.

...and elect.