At least I hope so. I'll be live-blogging the showdown tonight. Stay tuned. It will take a strong dose of discipline to sit through another hour and a half of Clinton; but the possibility that it will be the last time cheers the spirit no end.
What will I do if she loses? I have no idea. I'll be lost for a while. Unmoored. Adrift. Bereft. Blinking distractedly into the broad sunlit uplands of the future. Without direction.
But sooo happy.