Wednesday morning I went to the airport to get Claudia.
It turned out that waking up at 2:30 was -- I can't say a mistake; I'm really glad I saw history made. But I'm perpetually a little short on sleep, and losing half a night made me really, really sluggish and stupid. So much so that I had to pull the car over at one point and put my head down for five minutes. Alan was in the back seat (he has vacation this week; the other boys are still in kindergarten) and he poked me after a while. "Get up, Daddy!"
Then I made a wrong turn on the autobahn -- this on a route I've driven perhaps a hundred times -- and ended up making a vast circle around Frankfurt, losing an hour. Poor Claudia had to stand and wait, wondering what had happened.
Well: we did all get home in one piece at last.
The day-after news is still trickling in: narrow races in Minnesota and Georgia and (gah) Alaska, modest Dem gains in Congress, a wave of accusations and backbiting out of the defeated campaign. Normal enough. (Still: $150,000 wasn't all of it? How many clothes can one woman wear?) If you follow this sort of thing, you know it all already. One thing to add: people here in Germany seem pretty happy about it. The tabloid at the bakery had the headline "Yes We Can sein freunde [be friends]!" And when the heating oil was delivered -- the problem with the heating? We were down to our last few inches of oil, and the gunk at the bottom was getting into the system -- the oil man smiled and said, "Neu Praesident? Sehr gut!"
Claudia brought a bunch of fun stuff from the States, including a Nintendo DS for Alan -- which he totall loves -- and 4th edition D&D for me. Which is sort of a gag gift at this point: there's nobody around here who plays, and if there was, I wouldn't have time. But I guess I can read them and... keep up.
The baby is noticeably plumper and more responsive. Three months this week: she holds her head up, smiles, and occasionally holds her hand in front of her and stares at it in fascination... open... close!
Song stuck in my head the last couple of days: Bowie's "Young Americans". Do you remember? Your President Nixon?