It took 5 days to call Pennsylvania and, in turn, the Presidency.
The short story is that President-Elect Joe Biden and his glass-ceiling shattering running mate, Kamala Harris were victorious and gave eloquent, compassionate and humble acceptance speeches on the evening of November 7th.
The part of the story that no-one really cares about, is how I fared last week. Did I give myself an ulcer or palpitations? Yes. Yes, I did.
But at the end of the day, it could have been a lot worse and apparently the counting of ballots could have gone on longer. Oh wait... it's still going on!!!
Georgia has been sitting at >99.0% tallied votes for days and still won't call it for Biden. Sure, it's close but in the history of all recounts, has any state EVER found 10,000+ missing or mis-counted ballots? Ah... no. They have not. So while we all understand a recount in an acceptable request when the difference is .2% between candidate, we all also know it's not going to change the outcome. Let's go ahead and call this one "denial".
And finally, if you read my last post and giggled at my confession of having absconded with a resort cat (AKA emotional support cat) then you'll get a good belly laugh out of my "new and improved confession":
I actually needed TWO emotional support cats to get me through the week!
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