I got up and walked the dog, just like usual. He didn't care which party controls the House this morning. He didn't care who remained or became majority leaders. He didn't care about the White House response, or the change or lack of change in national direction.
He walked around sniffing the ground. He peed. He jaunted about a bit, teasing me with the idea that he might poop before he headed to the backdoor. He taunted me with a try-to-catch-me stance and quickly tired of the game when I caught him. He pranced up the stairs, paced the main floor a bit and will soon settle into his chair to observe the morning's goings-on.
What a life.
Some days, I'm envious of the houseplants, too.