So I think I’ve mentioned that I’m not a particularly political animal. Most of the time I could really care less about all that mumbo-jumbo. I have to think really hard to remember how the electoral college and the popular votes are related. To be honest, at the time in my life when I was supposedly being educated about American Government, I had such a strong case of senioritis–mental claustrophobia, more like–that I left high school early so I could flee the country. No, really. I lived in Hungary for four months. Remembering how old a presidential candidate has to be wasn’t high on my to-do list.

Which is why I find it rather . . . amusing? ironic? novel? . . . that Matt and I are more or less glued to the elections coverage. Okay, so we’re alternating between elections and Dirty Jobs. But it’s kinda fun, watching states turn red and blue. Addicting, even. We even had the dog up on the couch cuddling with us for a while (and that never happens). Very strange evening in the Whitt household.

I didn’t even get one thing done from my list yesterday. I did, however, establish that the funny sound our front tires have been making isn’t likely to result in our deaths or catastrophic wreckage, and I finally sat down and when through all the elections mumbo-jumbo and filled out my mail-in ballot. Which we will drop off this afternoon on the drive home. Yay voting!

So, um. . . today’s to-do list is pretty much the same as yesterday’s, except I’ll be trying to do all of it from work. At least the writing and housing research bits.

I’m getting sick of liquid foods already. This does not bode well for the rest of the week.