I hate surprises. I am anal retentive and methodical, hence I appreciate order, uniformity, regularity and routine. I have suffered through only one surprise birthday party in my lifetime (my 18th) and I was thankful to have been felled by the flu, so that I did not have to feign shock.
Fifteen years ago, I was fortunate enough to have attended a couple of World Series games involving my beloved Blue Jays. I was grateful that they were early in the series, so that I didn't have to sit on shpilkis while my team battled for the championship against the Phillies. I had just arrived home from an evening at the theatre, when Joe Carter hit his now famous home run. The husband and I managed to view the final inning without any of the suspense that preceded it. I recently watched the entire final game on ESPN Classic, and I must say that it was very satisfying to view when the outcome was known and no longer in doubt.
So it is with knotted stomach and lumpy throat, that I sit here in anticipation of the polls closing. I am allowing my imagination to run wild. I am concocting scenarios whereby we might witness another tarnished election. I am watching CNN with the sound muted because I cannot take one more story about voting problems and broken machines. I am avoiding all talk of exit polls and voter fraud. I just want to know the inevitability. I want to know the winner and I want the winner to be.......well, guess!!!