Gods, no, not again.

I mean that on more levels than I know how to express.

...not another delay on election results. (Eleven days until Ohio can count its provisional ballots!?)

...not another four years with that bigoted, power-hungry intellectual midget. (Eleven days or no, the odds aren't looking so hot.)

...not another disappointment on the scale. (It turns out that chips and beer - or hard lemonade, as the case may be - are bad for weight loss. Who knew?)

...not another morning with the Baby of Constant Sorrow. (Though at least she slept until nearly six.)

...not another day with the Spreadsheet of Hate. (But I've got an all-day meeting tomorrow to go over it, so I've really got to get it prepped.)

...not another message on my voicemail. (The last one was telling me that I needed to re-do an hour and a half's worth of work.)

Not again.

--Liz