I went to bed last night not knowing if I would see my beloved dog again, and praying to a merciful God that he would live another day. I also prayed for our country, vowing to not open my computer until the morning, fearing that Democracy might need a seat in heaven as well. To my surprise this morning, I feel the prayers of myself and others have been answered. I awake every couple hours throughout the night, and I had cheerfully witnessed my dog completely shift positions, something he was not able to do the day before. He had tried to support himself on his front paws, and had collapsed, his bladder emptying in response to his weakness. He would not take food or water, and I feared the end was here. I cried as I sought prayers, support, and friendship through social media, which was answered in abundance. This morning, I got down on the floor, and offered Bruce some food from my hand. He took it willingly, and finished the bowl off himself. Then he had a healthy helping of water. Later, he popped his head out the door, while I was sitting on the porch with my coffee, and took himself out into the yard for a pee and a poop. I then helped him up the two stairs back onto the deck, was able to wash and clean the area around the comforter he had relieved himself onto the day before, and helped him settle onto his dog bed. We could not even move him to his bed yesterday, for fear of over exertion.

So, I know once again, that miracles are possible. Biden and Harris need only 26 electoral votes - most likely, (the last I checked), and they need less than half of the available flip states (as I write this at 8am on Nov. 4th). Pennsylvania is still a possibility, because they still have to count 25% of their votes, which totals to over 1,900,000 uncounted votes. Yes, I did the math on my little calculator. He is only at 43% currently, but these remaining mail in votes could lean heavily blue. It is still possible to earn these 20 electoral votes. Still, we would need another toss up state. I feel that if my dog can recover, so can our luck as democrats. 

Most of my day yesterday was spent weeping, or lying on the floor holding my dog’s head in my hand and staring into his eyes. I know even with this recovery, we still do not have long, but I love this dog so. What a potent experience, to fear losing my best friend / “disability dog”, and my country on the same day. I still do not know how hardcore republicans in my very own family whom Jesus and myself love so dearly, could just have it so wrong. Still, if I have learned anything in my recovery program while quitting drinking, insanity can lay its heavy disenchantment on the best of us, while we remain unaware, and I too have been guilty of this. I pray that we as a nation, rich and poor alike; white and multiracial, gay and strait; can work to let the disillusionment of our insanity melt away, so that we may all see the clear new day. We have a lot of work to do, and we are going to need as many hands as possible.