The Remains Of The Day

Usually on Election Day of late, I've found myself glued to Al Gore's World Wide Web, frantically hopscotching back and forth among half a dozen sites for The Latest.

Well, fortunately for my sanity this year, I've got to nip down to Richmond this afternoon to see a man about a horse and therefore will miss all the eye-strain and carpal tunnel syndrome usually associated with this day.

And as it more than likely will be bucketing rain on my return drive this evening, I'm pretty confident that by the time I pull up to the gates of Orgle Manor, I'll be too tired to give much of a damn until tomorrow morning.