Sunday Night Blues.

My Sunday night depression that another shitty work week will begin tomorrow is at least slightly mitigated by the fact that I WILL VOTE TOMORROW!!!

Early voting in FL begins tomorrow, and I live within walking distance from an early voting site+ballot dropbox. I’ll be using the dropbox, because I have an early call, and I’m anticipating more than 2008 enthusiasm here. I’m curious about what the lines will look like between 7 and 7:30 a.m., when I’ll stroll that way to drop my ballot in the box. I’ll report tomorrow.

I am protective of my physical and mental health. It only took one near-fatal ruptured brain aneurysm to make me back away from ranting about politics. This doesn’t mean I’m not actively involved or don’t care passionately. I just don’t have the energy to write a coherent blog post that other people haven’t already done better. So don’t think that because I don’t write about it here means I’m at all neutral in this. Believe me, I think the entire Republican party needs to be voted into absolute fucking oblivion this year.

We need MASSIVE turnout, and so far it looks like it’s happening, but honestly I won’t relax until noon on January 20, 2021. These bastards could do so much evil between now and then.

Anyway.

I walked this morning because it was actually cool and pleasant at 8 a.m. I was tickled to see how the neighbors are waging Yard Sign Wars – a Trump sign is countered across the street by TWO Biden-Harris signs. It did make me think how few signs say Trump-Pence. It’s always Trump. If Pence is mentioned he’s in a much smaller font.

(I’m also tickled because this is a heavily R area, or at least it was. Not so much now.)

So I will get up and out a few minutes before 7, and hit my very local polling place as it opens, and drop my mail-in ballot in the dropbox, and see what it looks like on the ground here in FloriDUH.

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