Grumpy.

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Hoping for more, expecting less, getting what one gets, that is life if things work out to some degree of how fallen man interacts with the world. Pessimism? Sure, surrounded by optimism, ingrained with a little salt, sugar, some spices, and of course some "other" (7% by law is it?). It is not always tasty but it works. It does not do what it needs to do and is guaranteed on only one account. It will fail in the end. And?

I still have no solid numbers on how many seats have changed hands at the various levels of government. A few nice things, some of the old old old guys gone if not all, three of the Iowa supreme court judges who legislated gay marriage into law are gone, and a few states taken I had not suspected would be in play. Some bad, Reid, the Senate, Barney, and more. I cannot believe how far America has fallen that large swaths of people would elect Barney, actually. Let alone discuss what he is publicly. Therein lies the problem. I wonder if women could not vote if he would ever be seated? Bah!

I do not think this is why I am grumpy though. That is sort of what I had expected. Until I hear the final numbers on the House, I cannot know if this wave was as big as it was supposed to be, or even the size I pegged it. That does not really matter, it is an ego thing. No, I am grumpy because I stayed up way late, it took so much effort to get to the poles, I am hungry, and the kitten and cat seem to want unending attention today. Usually not a problem, and I still give them a good deal of attention, but I am simply not in the mood to be crowded. Like women, they want to cuddle when I need space. On the good side... I am really enjoying being quietly, humbly, simply... grumpy.