Doom, Gloom, and Peevishness

The worthy nonprofit that serves local veterans never showed up to take the car yesterday, which added to my general sense of peevishness and persecution.

It’s a sense of peevishness and persecution that’s completely unjustified, of course, because compared to 97% of the planet, I have it pretty damn good.

But that knowledge doesn’t mitigate the peevishness. All day long, I wandered around on the brink of tears. Nobody loves me—not even the worthy nonprofit that serves local veterans. Etcetera.

Plus I have a shitload of small practical matters that must be attended to, and the small practical matters involve devising algorithmic lists so that all the t’s in the details are crossed, and all the i's are dotted.

UGH.

Just ugh.

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In the afternoon, I went for a tromp. My first tromp since the National Counting Project commenced. Temps have declined to autumnal levels, and a few of the exotic trees have started their autumnal show though there isn’t any orange in the maples and oaks that make up most of the Vanderbilt Park’s arboretum:



I have this sense of absolute doom and gloom about the coming winter. Interestingly, though, that doom and gloom doesn’t extend into the political realm.

Unlike many in my extended friendship circle who’ve started talking like Trump is one of those monsters who keeps lurching toward you despite the fact that you’ve emptied several AK47 rounds into him, and he no longer has what you could describe as a face, I don’t believe Trump is gonna win the coming election.

Why?

Because I’ve observed that the majority of deadbeats I’ve been dispatched to enumerate in the course of my National Counting Project (mis)adventures are Trump supporters; and my sense is that if they cannot be counted upon to fill out a brief survey and drop it in a mailbox, they cannot be counted upon to vote.

There may well be a few days of uncertainty while the smoke clears, though. Democrats on the whole seem to take covid more seriously than Republicans do, so they are more likely to vote by mail. It will take time to count the mailed-in ballots.

I intend to vote in person. Even if I have to suit up in Hazmat gear.