I wake up in the dark. I get up and stagger out of bed and downstairs to prepare my son’s breakfast bottle. I stand waiting for it to heat. I ignore the television, the radio and the computer screen. I can hear him singing Old McDonald’s Farm in his cot. Anita is still asleep, having been unable to tear herself away from the flow of news.
I breath in the silence.
I bring him his bottle and then go for my shower. Running slightly late this morning. We might not make the Express Bus, I think to myself.
Standing in the bathroom, I turn on the water, but don’t get in. I pick up the smallest screen in the house- my phone- and click on the NY Times website. I try to focus through the bright light as the page loads.
‘Obama’, it simply says.
I laugh and cry through my shower.
When I get out, drying myself, the grey light of the window is turning orange.
Dawn. The start of a new day.
Gents,
Really enjoyed the live-blogging last night, got me back into the swing of blogging after too long an absence.
Was checking the NYT site periodically last night – it was so far behind that you’d swear they were printing it on paper and scanning it in.
Regardless, the result everyone was looking for.
Stay in touch.
Beeee-yooouuuuu-teeee-ful.
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Nice sentiment. New York went nuts. It was a great evening and a sunny morning!
Cheers!