If it doesn't start to end tomorrow--if he doesn't lose--I don't know what I'll do. Sadness, fear, anxiety flooded in as I sat at my desk. And "all we can do is keep breathing" came at me again and again from the Pandora station.
I'm home now, changed into warm, comfy clothes, and am watching some distraction TV. I'll try to sleep tonight and we'll see what tomorrow brings. "All we can do is keep breathing..."