My phone dinging woke me just after 6:30 yesterday morning. Meat was blowing me up with texts.
The 17 single sentence salvos in a six minute span could be summed up with "Tater is depressed. Bring us a pot of coffee." But that maximum two ping communication probably wouldn't have pulled me out of dreamland.
"What took you so long?" was my greeting walking in their front door 12 minutes after the first chime.
"Slow coffee maker" my only response. Meat didn't take his eyes off the cable Primary coverage but pointed toward Tater. She was sprawled across the couch with an afghan over her head.
"Bad night for Bernie...this might be it" he croaked in the closest tone he gets to a whisper.
Tater jerked the blanket off her face..."Might be it! MIght like the sun might go down tonight. It's over, stick a fork in it."
That was a pretty startling thing to hear from Tater. She's known Bernie since he was mayor of Burlington and was with him to the end in 2016. Seems early to be covering your head with a blanket, which she did for full effect after that statement.
But less than three weeks after a Bernie juggernaut to the convention it now looks like a landslide took out the train. The same landslide that was just a handful of dirt getting tossed on Uncle Joe's campaign.
But as of this writing Biden is nearly 150 delegates ahead of Sanders. Joe easily won 4 of the 6 primary states this week including Michigan which went for Bernie over Hillary last time. Another state that went strong for Bernie last, Washington, is looking like a dead heat.
Instead of regaining steam after Super Tuesday's disappointment, it looks like Feel the Burn has been doused with Ice Ice Baby.
As if reading my thoughts, Tater blurted from beneath the crochet, "Nobody ever accused Joe Biden of being cool!" Paranormal paranoia aside, she had a point.
Joe's from Delaware. He's represented it since the 80s. I lived there for nine months after graduating from college. Here are all the good things about Delaware:
There's a beach.
"You're right Tater, Uncle Joe is cool as roman sandals. But it's not over. He could say anything in the next couple of weeks and people will jump right back off the bandwagon."
Tater groaned and re-emerged from the blanket. "Joe's on a roll and he's going to ride it all the way."
She thrust an empty coffee mug from under the cover. I filled it.
"The worst part of this...in my heart, I'm for Warren. It's time for a woman damnit! I wanted her to run in 16 but she dragged her feet and Bernie decided to run and I couldn't say no. Nobody thought he'd blow up like that! But when it was over, I happily voted for Hillary.
"Now look where we are. We started with a huge array of candidates...now down to two old white men..." Meat made one of his best noises, like a blimp sized Woopee Cushion. Tater hit him with the look.
"Get over it snowflake. You don't want me to go coronavirus on you."