Have you voted? If yes, you are already better than I am. But in my defense, I’ve already marked up my ballot. Most of it anyway; there are just a few state measures that I can’t quite decide on and I’m still mulling them over till noon, when I’m planning on dashing out to drop off my ballot.
Yesterday while I was looking for cat food at Target, I was partly thinking about Proposition 37–the heated debate over a new requirement to label genetically engineered food–and partly freaking out over the fact that my 7-year-old cats are now considered “mature adults” based on the labeling on the food bags. They still look like kittens to me, and I’d really like to pretend they will live forever. So hey, how about a state measure to protect the sanity of pet owners by not counting down the lifespan of their furkids anywhere on any packaging?
Anyway, one of the first entries at my blog was written on the eve of a historical vote four years ago. It’s a close race this time and I am excited to see how this all plays out. We’re definitely not voting for a miracle cure to what ails our economy, but by voting at least we get a sense that we’re doing something besides sitting around and whining.
By tomorrow we will know who the President of the United States will be for the next four years. I can only imagine the anxiety level at each family’s camp today. For sure I’d rather be the candidate than the candidate’s spouse/child/parent. I’m pretty good at managing stress but horrible at handling sympathy nerves. I’d mentioned once before that if I had three wishes to be whatever for a day, one of my choices would be to be a photo journalist during Hemingway’s time. My second wish would be to see my name on the ballot where Obama’s name is, as an incumbent fighting for a second term:
Doesn’t get much cooler than that.