Where My Head's At

I've had this recurring dream.

In my dream, it's the morning after Election Day. I'd gone to bed the previous night at 2 a.m., with control of Congress still up in the air.

I look over at the clock, see that it's 6:30 a.m., and quickly shake the last tendrils of sleep from my brain, replacing them with fear, hope, and exhiliration. Did we take the House back? Is the Senate now a Democratic majority? Are there still major races that are too close to call?

Then, I wake up for real. And it's 3:17 a.m., 19 days (20 days, 21...) before the Election.