It is one rare night in U.S. elections history that we won't be up seeing live how it all turns out. We have built contraptions in the last four years to keep an eye on that for the rest of the world to see, and that must suffice for now, as we go to bed to dream up more such beautiful machinery. Though when I tweeted about our work earlier this evening, the immediate result was... being followed by a cat, so I'm still pondering the deeper meaning of things. I made it through the cold today by extreme lagenlook, or layering (thick cotton top, shirt, jumper) and I'll be taking to my pillow surrounded by an army of that other beautiful English contraption, the water bottle. While at work I discovered that we have attempted to fix one particular rogue carpet for one year now and, at home, that my ear is extremely well trained to the disconcerting noise of a harvest mouse chewing up my garden. Among all London traffic. Vital skill. At least it's not chewing on my shoes. Or I haven't developed the hearing yet. With traps and poison ignored about the (picture perfect) house, and winter not coming fast enough to simply freeze the bugger, perhaps it's time I contact that Twitter cat. What would the President do to fight terror in the homeland?
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