WAg - HERE IT IS...almost
It's almost midnight.
I'm just finished a conversation with a Chinese student and a German student about a Spanish fashion magazine. I'm learning so much about subjects I never expected to appproach tonight.
There's talk about messed up ballots. Deadlines are looming. Those that are still here are constantly hitting the Reload button on the election site.
Others, like me, have been a bit more free to have fun conversations with the people around me. All the articles that could be moved early have been put into the system.
Earlier, when I saw the the last update, when 80 percent of precints were reporting, I threw up my hands in victory there was enough margin to call the race. "Call the Fire Department, Caleb," was the command I heard even before I put my hands downs. The article got moved, and I have nothing else to worry about...until final returns.
My editor is still expecting everything to cut loose at once. I'm expected to go directly to the graphic's computer to go to work entering in numbers (I hope my lys-dexia doesn't bother me too much. Like Yoda I would hate to type).
"It's an April election. It's supposed to be easy!" says a copy desk person...
IT'S HERE! 100% ALL PRECINTS, BUT NOT ALL OF THE VOTES!
After all the trials, all the stress, all I've got to say at this point is, "Thank goodness for the 65 cent microwave popcorn in the Missourian vending machine!"
That and, "GO, GO, GO!"
Bye.
'Run_with_it'
