One more day.
Thats it, just one more day.
No matter what, it'll be decided at that point and we can't do a thing about it.
Baronial polling closes tomorrow. All of the populace's ballots have to be received by their Majesties in Idaho by then.
I thought I'd be more paranoid that this. Figured I'd be a mess of anxiety and chewing my nails.
But I'm not. I'm not going to lie, I would LOVE to be the next Baroness of my beloved Barony. But the populace will decide. If Sal and I aren't the choice, I can live with that. If we are so lucky to be named as the first servants of BGL, then I can live with that as well.
I'll just need more sleep.
Its odd, I keep getting this funny little flutter in my tummy when I think about the polling. I know what I'd like to happen. I care that deeply about it.
In any case I've started (actually the moment I mailed our letter of intent) preparing myself mentally and emotionally for either outcome. I'm confident we'll be ready to hear the news one way or another.
THIS part is almost over. The next part is just beginning.
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