Bright lights - not so much

One of the benefits of living in a small town is that when election time rolls around and people in the city are standing in long lines to vote, I'm zippin' in and out of the county building in a new record - eleven minutes. That's counting the time that it took me to get out of my car, walk in to the county building, give them my ID, sign the voter roll, cast my ballot and walk back to my car. A whopping eleven minutes. Pretty sweet.

In other news - I'll be leaving for San Francisco on Friday! Awoohoo!