Election Day

Today's weather is awful here in Cleveland. Freezing rain, grey, cold, miserable. Ice is forming on anything and everything left outside for more than 10 minutes. I ignored PFAW's Sunday evening plea to do poll monitoring this year (we haven't been answering our phone for weeks to avoid election-related phone spam), and I'm glad I did, because it would suck to be standing out in this mess all day, and just in case I didn't get as lucky as I did the last two elections, when I worked from 5 am to midnight both times, but I got to do it (mostly) from the relative comfort of poll monitor HQ, being as how I'm such an organizing bad-ass and impressed the imported-from-DC Election Protection leaders as someone who'd make a good right-hand man for the day. This year, the disenfranchised voters of NE Ohio are going to have to muddle through without me.

I had to drive my tax return stuff over to the accountant (oh, I wish it were done, but I only had the preliminary stuff to take him), so I stopped and voted on the way home. The pollworkers were cheerful and humorous, always a plus. We had paper ballots, which was the one other bright spot in the whole experience, because I have a lot more confidence in them than the computers. I could have voted my conscience and cast my ballot for Kucinich, but knowing it would count for nothing since he stepped down, I hesitated. I wished I'd brought my pendulum so I could dowse for the answer, but I didn't think of that in my rush to get the tax stuff delivered. So I used the old faithful decision-making technique we all learned as kids. I did eenie-meanie-meinie-mo on Edwards, Kucinich and Obama, and Obama won, the last survivor of the two knockout rounds: my mother said to pick the very best one and you are not it.