Campaign-trail quotes from George W. Bush, if he were running for office in 1848.

I am so anxious, my stomach hurts. A friend invited me to her house to watch the returns tomorrow night, but I may need to curl up into a little ball and shun all media until daylight.

How was your weekend? Mine was perfectly acceptable. While D. worked, I finished half of the back panel for a sweater I’m knittin’ for him, mostly while watching the Red Sox parade on TV. (Honest, I hadn’t intended to watch more than a couple of minutes, but there was something so sweet and uplifting about millions of people peacefully enjoying their shared joy, I couldn’t tear myself away.) Baked zucchini-apple muffins. Watched a very strange film, “The Talk of the Town,” with Jean Arthur and Cary Grant as the perplexingly named Leopold Dilg. Handed out candy to young masqueraders, including a gothed-out teen who said she was the girl with the green velvet ribbon, whose head would fall off if I untied it. And yeah, that’s about it.