{"id":654,"date":"2008-11-05T11:30:16","date_gmt":"2008-11-05T11:30:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.tuppenceworth.ie\/blog\/?p=654"},"modified":"2008-11-05T11:30:16","modified_gmt":"2008-11-05T11:30:16","slug":"the-morning-after","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tuppenceworth.ie\/blog\/2008\/11\/05\/the-morning-after\/","title":{"rendered":"The Morning After"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I wake up in the dark. I get up and stagger out of bed and downstairs to prepare my son&#8217;s breakfast bottle.\u00a0 I stand waiting for it to heat. I ignore the television, the radio and the computer screen. I can hear him singing Old McDonald&#8217;s Farm in his cot. Anita is still asleep, having been unable to tear herself away from the flow of news.<\/p>\n<p>I breath in the silence.<\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>Standing in the bathroom, I turn on the water, but don&#8217;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.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Obama&#8217;, it simply says.<\/p>\n<p>I laugh and cry through my shower.<\/p>\n<p>When I get out, drying myself, the grey light of the window is turning orange.<\/p>\n<p>Dawn. The start of a new day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"I wake up in the dark. I get up and stagger out of bed and downstairs to prepare my son&#8217;s breakfast bottle.\u00a0 I stand waiting for it to heat. I ignore the television, the radio and the computer screen. I can hear him singing Old McDonald&#8217;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&#8217;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. &#8216;Obama&#8217;, 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.","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[545,541,544],"class_list":["post-654","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","tag-hope","tag-obama","tag-uspolitics"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tuppenceworth.ie\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/654","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tuppenceworth.ie\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tuppenceworth.ie\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tuppenceworth.ie\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tuppenceworth.ie\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=654"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.tuppenceworth.ie\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/654\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tuppenceworth.ie\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=654"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tuppenceworth.ie\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=654"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tuppenceworth.ie\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=654"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}