I clean the house, I pet the cats. I stay home and spill, and check the constantly chiming phone and frequently curse. I run out for jug water. I return quickly and order the very best organic beef, online of course.

I stay very informed, though you might say misinformed, malinformed, disinformed; whatever.

I try with mixed success to make progress on becoming Energetic, on organizing, on tackling the bathroom in one last valiant push. On cutting into that last September footage before October ends.

This morning I went over to 270toWin and played the electoral college video game.

My half-ass conclusion after doing so is that it makes no practical difference who you vote for, unless you happen to live in Pennsylvania, which some politi-wit once described as two blue urban cities with a couple of hundred miles of Alabama in between.

As a corollary, I doubt very much we will know the outcome of the stupidest election of our lifetime before we go to bed.

Then, regardless of how long it takes or who the System claims won, a new round of No Practical Difference will commence.

Zelensky will continue to fade, away from Kyiv and toward Miami. The little brown bodies will continue to pile up. The $750 checks will circle the drain toward this or that bit of stopgap consumerism and credit card balances will continue to rise, because there is no other way to Make It, for more and more democrats, republicans, and disenchanted protest voters.

Again I will clean the house.

With a bit of character or luck or both, I may poop in the new toilet at last as the chill descends and the leaves fly until only bare branches reach for the sky.