First Tuesday in November

So I've been reading this book, "The Summer Before the War" by Helen Simonson. I'd been enjoying it until around the 65% mark.  It's an ebook so it's no longer "2/3rds through" or "halfway through", now's it's all percentages which is much better than the Star Dates they used to post.  Location 7693,  sure, okay.

Anyway, at around the 65-70% point, like any good narrative, everything started to go bad. Really bad. This morning I thought they'd worked through things, rather cleverly, and we were going to glide into the "The End". Until, at the 88% mark, they shot THE DOG.  whaaaaaat theeeeeeee fuuuuuuuuuck?!?!?

This feels like a very bad omen for election day.
I'm going back to bed.

Don't let the jaunty scarf fool you.