I know I should be blogging more, but all I can do is crouch and wait. It's a defensive posture but also one that contains coiled energy, a leap readying itself in my legs. In 2000 and 2004, the focus was on the other guy and what a threat he was to the country. (Warranted fear, as it turned out.) This year, it's on Obama, and what an opportunity he offers. The flavor of defeat this year would be different--the desperate loss of something rare and good, not the bracing sting of the arrival of something bad. The difference between death and defeat.
Maybe tomorrow I'll have something to say. This weekend it has been just waiting, waiting.