So as of the moment, it’s fairly quiet. Maybe the ennui has set in and hangovers abound for many of the conventioneers. Or maybe everyone’s wiped out from yesterdays run-ins.

I know I’m getting Convention Fatigue- so many signs telling me what to do, who to vote or not to vote for, what I should be doing with my private life, etc…. Grating is the best word for it all. I don’t CARE what you think is a sin, I don’t CARE what you think I should do with my uterus (speaking of which, why are all those holding anti-choice signs men?)

I’ll keep my eyes peeled, but the heat today seems to be keeping most people moving slowly along 16th Street.