The Big Day

We went to vote, and then took in the atmosphere on the Finnieston Strip, counting flags and posters. The street seemed to be gripped in a stupid euphoria, an excess of courtesy and generosity.

We went home to bake cupcakes and bite fingernails.

Oh, it's 730 blips. I wasn't ready for that. Lot of back-blipping to get through while I wait for tomorrow morning...