Geeze Louise, I've been busy! Busy doing what, exactly, I am not sure... since there are a whale of a lot of things that I have not done , but I feel like I've been going nonstop for weeks. (I haven't been going nonstop for weeks, don't you worry. I just feel like it. Trust me, I know there's a difference.)
Stuff I really, honestly meant to do in February but didn't:
* Clean the bathroom
* File my taxes
* Mop the kitchen (or at least Clorox wipe the apple juice that I spilled over the weekend)
* Take another load of clothes and shoes to DI/Goodwill
* Reorganize my storage shed
* Research my 401K
* Vacuum (this, as we all know, is a constant thing that doesn't get done)
* Vote
It's a true story. I didn't vote. Why? Because I didn't feel like I knew enough to be an educated voter. I don't have TV anymore, so I haven't been able to watch any debates. I've been meaning to do some research and read up on key points between candidates, but I can't really do that while I'm at work, and I haven't had the energy to put into a good research project after work. I can't in good conscious vote for someone without knowing enough to really have an opinion. I hope that my fellow Republicans can forgive me for not voting.
Which, of course, reminds me of a scene in You've Got Mail:
KATHLEEN: I have something to tell you. I didn't vote.
FRANK: What?
KATHLEEN: In the last mayoral election, when Rudy Giuliani was running against Ruth Messinger, I went to get a manicure and forgot to vote.
FRANK: Since when do you get manicures?
KATHLEEN: Oh, I suppose you could never be with a woman who gets manicures.
FRANK: Forget it. It's okay. I forgive you.
If it helps any of my Right readers come to terms with this, I will tell you right here and now that I do paint my own nails. I say this, so we're all clear on the fact that I only have to be forgiven for not voting, and not for not voting AND for getting a manicure. (I figure this puts me half a step ahead of Kathleen Kelly.) - Of course, this means that I don't have a good excuse for forgetting to vote. I didn't forget. I just didn't vote. Why? Because time just got away from me. Before I knew it, election day was here and I'm not any smarter about candidates than I was a month ago.
And there it is, folks. I didn't vote. I felt like I had to take a pass on doing my civic duty, because I hadn't done the work, and didn't know enough to form a proper political opinion. ... I blame the cancer. (It takes the blame for a lot of things, I know, but I swear that this is really and truly a cancer-connected issue. Never in my life had I missed an election until I had to deal with this stupid disease and the emotional and mental fall-out that comes of having other things weighing on my mind and taking up my time.)
I guess what I'm saying is... Don't hate me, my Republican friends - hate the cancer. Hate. The. Cancer. (Also, any Democrats out there... you can hate the cancer, too. I mean, it's a free country and you don't have to side with me, but I figure that cancer needs all the bad ju-ju it can get, so I vote for us all hating it together.)
Amen.
