Feels Like a Tuesday

I woke up at six a.m. and headed to my polling place to find it already packed.

I voted, got a cup of coffee and a bagel, read the paper and went home to watch CNN.

Now I'm on the train, and I think I recognize this feeling. It is exactly like the feeling I had Sunday in between the time when I finished making my movie and the time we showed it to other people.

It is the feeling of having made your effort and now having no choice but to await the results.