Dateline: Baton Rouge, mid Friday morning.
I feel terrible. My wife’s family plied me with wine and liquor and then more wine last night. If I’m being technical there was also a not inconsequential amount of wine had as the night wrapped into the wee hours of this morning.
As conversations involving alcohol often are, ours was peppered with frequent admonitions about how impolitic it was to discuss politics followed by a discussion about politics. I hate this election year. I hate it so damn much. Still, I hold out hope that my chosen candidate will prevail.