Sheesh. You would think voting in a swing state would make you feel good, like for once your vote actually counted for something. But the barrage of attack ads we've been drowning in since last spring has me numb. I didn't do early voting this time around for no good reason other than I did the math and figured it would be easiest to wait until election day and simply go to the polling place that's a short walk from my house. In theory this was a good plan. I had a nice walk on a beautiful, sunny fall morning and there was no line at all when I got there. Much easier than driving somewhere. The problem is that the Democrats have been hounding my house for days to make sure I vote, yesterday they even came twice, and the dogs go off their heads every time they knock on the door. They even came to my house today after I'd already voted. Now I get it, and really I should be thankful that they're out there pounding the pavement, fighting the good fight, making sure, among other things, that we don't roll the country back to the 50's and I can continue to get birth control pills through my husband's employee health insurance. Because endometriosis is a bitch people, and birth control pills aren't cheap. But I'm oh so weary. And so is Lola.
I beg of you, please to let it be over.
As for the dogs, Strummer is an anarchist and doesn't vote because, 'it only encourages them'.
Lola votes but always writes in her own name.
And good luck getting Cody to move.
I'm tempted to plaster signs all over the house that say, 'YES, I voted, please for the love of my sanity and my eardrums do not set my dogs off.' Or I could take advantage of all the door knocking and actually do some training but probably I'll just stuff earplugs in and hunker down for one more day.
I'd almost be relieved with less than a day to go but now I have to make it through the hell of Christmas which not so mercifully has started already. Is it January yet?