This election, this election.
Man, what are we going to do when it's over? Ally B said we'll all have to get a life again. I've neglected mine -- in favor of watching this whole process like a hawk -- to the point where I might not recognize it when we meet again on Wednesday.
I don't have to tell you guys. I think my preoccupation has shown around here. Just a little.
I'm looking for a crowd to gather with on election night. I'll probably head up to Austin, because I know my mother-in-law and her crew are down to par-tay.
I took a break from feeding my obsession to get unbelievably homesick for LA this week. Wednesday I almost packed up Mira and hit the 10 West. I wouldn't even have needed a map. It's the 10 all the way from my new address to my old one, and I was ready to ride it. I made some tearful phone calls, heard some encouraging and sensible words -- from that dynamic duo Schmin and Natalie-- and hung on for another day.
I got my absentee ballot on Wednesday, and on Thursday afternoon, I voted.
I'm a little sad that I couldn't go into a booth and pull the lever, and I sure do miss the little sticker, but voting was wonderful nevertheless. Like Oprah, nobody has to ask me who I selected for president, or why I was buzzing after I bubbled in his number.
Then I moved on to my branch library and got myself a card.
Ah, the library, where I truly feel at home. This one is pretty nice, no?
I made a beeline to the crafty books. Knitting's on the top; there's no garment sewing, only quilting. It's a small branch library, so I didn't expect too much.
God bless Natalie's eyes, because when I got home, a box of my favorite Trader Joe's treats was waiting for me.