Yesterday afternoon I drank scotch with a couple the wife of whom is so worried, like many of my friends, that Obama is not going to win that she is going to Pennsylvania. She might be there Tuesday. I'm not worried. I said, I need to figure out what I'm doing Tuesday night, it's epochal. The wife made fun of my pronunciation. E-poke-all. Later my wife and I went to a Hallowe'en party and on the way back she and I agreed it is epochal (my wife pronounces it ep-OCK-al) and then argued about what we should do Tuesday, go to Connecticut to her sister's and party there or go to Philly to see my parents and work that day. My wife cried when she saw the Obama ad the other night, so I wonder who's going to see me crying Tuesday night, just close friends. Then I thought, I want to be near a computer, why not have a party here for my closest friends? Well I'd have to buy a bigger TV. Then just now my wife came in the door of my office and announced, We're going to see Richard and Karen and Peggy. I don't know who Peggy is. I yelled at my wife that she can't be making plans for me for the epoch. She ran off to go food shopping. To be continued….
