Working On A Quirky Graph

Yesterday I woke up with a horrible headache. Well, actually, the first time I woke up, it was because I couldn’t breathe. After moaning for several long minutes, I finally got out of the warm bed, and hurried for some decongestant. Once I was probably drugged up, I made my way back and searched for sleep again.

The second time I woke up, it was with a massive headache. Not quite a migraine, but enough that I stayed in a dark room for hours, only to move from one soft space to another. So, no real computer time, and no coding time. Just several hours on my phone reading books in the lowest light setting possible. Did it make my headache worse? Probably not, but there was no way I could stay still and in the dark without some sort of distraction. Well, besides the distraction of ducking calls and texts from Iowa volunteers asking who I’m voting for. I finally answered one call and asked the woman how she got my number. She shut the call down so fast saying that she didn’t want an argument. I felt bad but I wasn’t upset, I was just looking for some clarity. Although it does make me wonder how many people had already yelled at her that day. Clarity came about 3 minutes later from some guy calling from the same number asking the same question. So I asked him. And let him know I hadn’t lived in Iowa for over 25 years, so I wasn’t sure why they were calling me.

He had no good answer. Something about the way the county may have updated their registers. But that he would pull me off the lists. Meanwhile, voters seem to be fighting to the death in Iowa because I have received at least one call a day and two texts wondering if I’ve voted yet, and how it went. I’m glad the election is two days away. I’m all out of patience for these calls.

Meanwhile, in other concerning election news, I think I’m going to stock up at the grocery store when I go in a bit. I’m a little worried about how the masses will take the news one way or another and I’m not super excited to find out. I’m working the election as a poll worker, so I’m excited to do my part, but I know I’ll be walking to the polling place and back home after the long ass day. And then, I’m going to hole up in my little cave and wait out what will surely be a day filled with pointing fingers and virtuous indignation until the masses have calmed. But with, coffee ice cream to take away the scary noises.