The short-timer wage slave job is proving easy to do, though not as easy as it might be, due to the steady unseen pressures from above, and more importantly the internal pressure to find a better way forward. Do more do more push.

My family is helping me quietly though, with very kind words about my words–thank you–it helps me, lifts me up.

The primary race is my go-to distraction drug–I’m sure you’ve noticed.

Two weeks ago the smart money was saying it was a two-person race between Bernie and Biden. Poor Joe seems to be midway through falling off a cliff though. He’s been replaced by a pair of lesser moderates, one of whom is notorious for throwing a stapler at a staff member in contravention of her chuckly midwest mom image, and the other who is the neotonous darling of the billionaires, for reasons we aren’t allowed to know about yet.

Our Bernard has been holding onto a lead of 2500-5000 votes over Ratboy all night. As I write, putting off bedtime and the predawn morning ahead, 75 percent of the votes are in. I doubt I’ll be able to rest before that’s in the nineties at least.

Amy is five points back of the Mayo.

Liz and Joe are down in single digits.

Steyer/Gabbard/Yang have 3 percent each, and Andrew officially threw in the towel earlier today.

Sanders just called it a win to his supporters, and a quick glance reveals that at least one major outlet (CBS) has officially agreed.

I am daring to breathe; perchance to dream.