Election Diary: Three Days To go. Time begins to move again.

Last night we changed the clocks, got an extra hour’s sleep. That’s how I think of it. Doesn’t everyone think of it that way?

We spent the day on little adventures and errands mostly in Albany. Now I’m sitting at my desk at the loft, looking out at a sunny morning and hills that are suddenly almost entirely grey with bare trees and blue skies. It is just crazy to me to think we’ll need to be elsewhere for a few weeks. Were it not for Trump, we wouldn’t be thinking of spending time anywhere else for at least a month. We become creatures of habit so quickly and get attached so hard.

Last night, I dreamed someone we knew was actually a stalker. In the dream, I got out of bed to use the bathroom and found him in the kitchen, powerwashing the windows and casements. I felt a mix of gratitude, (they really do need it) and mild disgust. He had also downloaded the contents of my phone. It took some convincing from others for me to see it as a threat but eventually, in the dream, I ended up sobbing in the arms of my father who was, in the dream, transgender. To say it was a dream of mixed feelings is an understatement.

In actuality, a stalker dream is overdue for me. I’ve had three stalkers that I know of over the course of my life. One landed in jail for making death threats against me and other women, another received a warning from the police and a third, well, that one I just shook off myself. I put the whole thing down to the particular (peculiar) mix of…