I was jittery all morning (by the time the polls closed Stateside, it was Wednesday morning in Bangkok). I was glued to my computer, watching the play-by-play. Suspense drives me crazy. It also sucks being the only American in the office on such an American day.
Last election, I still lived in Northeast Portland. I remember walking through the neighborhood - Obama signs on all the lawns, cold mist hanging, Halloween pumpkins lingering on the porches.
Now that it's over and I have screamed and laughed in celebration, I can perhaps get back to the growing caseload of refugee appeals on my desk. Hello, Iran.