A brief moment of each day.


I love election day.

Its difficult to sleep the night before, worrying that something will go awry, or I’ll forget a supply that I really need, like lemonade. . .then the morning comes, and I’m up before dawn, sleepy, poorly rested, yet somehow still excited. Fifteen hours later, the shine’s worn off and my voice has started to go, along with my chipper reception of voters, but that doesn’t tarnish the joy in seeing the results before they get to city hall.

These are not my hands and arms by the way, but rather my Assistant Chair Judge, Bob’s.


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