I voted early, because of school responsibilities and rehearsals this week.
In some cases I voted for, in some cases against, and I resisted the urge to write in Cthulu, Godzilla (citizenship complications), Mickey Mouse, None of the Above, or Anyone But Those Currently Running, the last of which describes several local as well as national races.
I studied the bond proposals and the various candidates, shook my head over a few, muttered “You got to be [kidding] me” more than once, and rolled my eyes at least as often. Come on, sir, after thirty-eight years of running unsuccessfully for office it’s time to admit that no one wants you in a position of governmental responsibility, even as assistant secondary back-up dog-catcher. We know you too well.
And tomorrow, no matter the results of the election, Athena T. Cat will start pestering me five minutes before the clock goes off, because she is the Worlds Fluffiest Starving-to-Death Housecat.