No, not this end (which produced an audible gasp from me).
Or this end.
Or even this.
I'm talking about the end of non-stop phone calls (I got one at 8 AM this morning!). The end of my mail box being stuffed full of fliers. The end of mud-slinging TV ads.
That's right. It's the end of another election. Whew!
In Oregon we mail in our ballots, so technically I could have voted weeks ago and all this frantic last minute campaigning wouldn't have any effect on me. But of course I didn't vote until today, and unless I get over to the county elections office by 8 PM tonight I still won't have voted. As soon as Jason gets home, though, we're going to drop off our ballots. And then we'll be finished. All done. Another gubernatorial election year come and gone (Jason's favorite thing about this year is being able to say "gubernatorial" all the time).
There were a few issues/people I felt strongly about, but for the most part I don't care how things turn out. I had planned on reading up on all the issues with Jason, but then ran out of time. So I admit I just looked at Jason's ballot and voted how he voted. Yeah. Score one for the feminist movement.
And tomorrow, let the political pundits begin speculation. And let the clean-up crew start recycling all those fliers. Whatever it is, just don't call me about it.