Will gets Normal

Yes, we're garbage like the president says. 

Oldest Daughter is a member of various interesting (and expensive) school clubs. We grumble about just that last night as we were writing cheques for various club trips. 'Why are you complaining?' Oldest Daughter asked. 'The man who's writing the cheque can complain all he wants,' we replied. We learned that from our dad, who used to do just that when he would pay off our sister's college credit card. 'Why are you paying it?' mum would ask. 'So I can bitch about it,' Dad replied. 

Related: Oldest Daughter just called to tell us that school is cancelled because of some water problem. And so... all the kids are back home. School cancellation called for a celebratory Dunkin run, and we drove past throngs of Indian kids walking to and from the Donut. 

We are in danger of driving ourselves mad looking at polls. Every four years we swear we won't do this again, and we're swearing not to do this again today. We admit the momentum is with Trump, but we really don't know what polls mean anymore when millions of people have already voted. One must remind oneself, that obsessing over polls makes no difference to the outcome. 

One polling thought. National polls show a close race. State polls show a close race. So the race is close, unless pollsters are underestimating Trump support. We heard an argument this morning about why the pollsters are accurately measuring Trump support this time, but we don't quite buy it. How do you account for Trump people either giving you bad intel or shutting up entirely? Note, pollsters could be underestimating Kamala's support. 

In sports news we saw the Yankees' Anthony Volpe hit a grand slam last night. We used to watch him play with our own Somerset Patriots. We had to search for final the score of the game, Yankees 11, Dodgers 4, as the NYP headline was all about a rather obnoxious bit of fan interference. Jerks. In any event the Yankees live to fight another day. 

War Night's Australia story is 8,000 words of extreme normalcy as an extremely normal family goes about its day in the most normal way possible, while news of nuclear war breaks on television and radio. The story is well executed of course, [of course-Ed]. But is it interesting? Do readers really care if dad comes in from mowing the lawn and asks, 'Any more news on the American crisis?'