Ok. I get the point. When I get four (yes, that’s right, four) phone calls from a candidate or his wife asking for my vote, I think I can figure out what it is they want. Somehow I must have gotten onto the “undecided” list (which, I’ll admit, was accurate immediately after Edwards dropped out). In any event, I’m glad I got the calls after I voted because if I’d gotten them beforehand, I might have voted otherwise out of sheer spite. Interestingly, I never got the call from the other side. Not a tremendous surprise. After all, we don’t really count, do we.
So, now it’s a waiting game. Fortunately for me, I went early, before work. Coming home tonight was a festival of bumper cars topped off with a nearly disastrous brush with high-graded driveways and sheet ice. I’m home and fed, caught up on email and LJ, and ready to crash. (Didn’t check the mailbox outside. Not interested in ice skating and it’s darn cold outside right now.)
I have one project I need to do before I go, though, and I’m hopping to it mere moments from now.
I just hope I did the right thing.