Despite bogus online bomb threats leaving a trail to some Russian domains (no surprise there), no U.S. polling stations actually went up in smoke yesterday; and those that had to close temporarily while the threats were investigated were able to reopen without much delay. So, all in all — at least by today’s standards — it was a successful Election Day in America.

Until the results were in, that is. Since a picture truly is worth a thousand words, let me just say this:

So, to pass a bit of time doing something other than researching the immigration laws of the various Scandinavian nations, I decided to check in on my Celebrations Calendar for a bit of fun and inspiration. There was National Nachos Day, which wasn’t terribly inspiring, though nachos are almost always a good idea.

Next was something impressively named International Day for Preventing the Exploitation of the Environment in War and Armed Conflict. I have no idea how one might orchestrate a war without having a negative effect on the surrounding environment — just look at what’s happened to Ukraine and Gaza — but it certainly sounds like a project with a worthy goal.

I guess we could celebrate it by heading out to the nearest Mexican restaurant for some of those nachos.

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And finally, I hit a home run. Because the third and last item on today’s list was so perfectly timed that whoever originated it must either have been psychic, or — somehow guessing what yesterday’s election was going to be like — squeezed it onto the calendar just in time. Without further ado, then, I give you . . .

National Stress Awareness Day.

Now, I ask you: Does it get any more apropos than that, except perhaps for “National Head For the Hills Day,” or “National How Will We Ever Survive the Next Four Years Day?” I really can’t imagine a more perfect appellation for the first day after the end of the just-finished campaign year.

Truly, if you’re not fully aware of the extraordinary amount of stress — past, present, and for the foreseeable future — that has been dumped on us, then you must have been hitting the sauce pretty hard for a very long time.

Oh, how I wish you’d invited me to join you!

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
11/6/24