I’ve definitely enjoyed having things be quiet for the last while at work, what with the election and all. I was working on analyzing a lot of the coverage, so for a change I felt moderately informed as to all of the party platforms. Of course, that got somewhat derailed when I took off for a week for the funeral stuff, but for the most part, I felt good heading into the polling stations.
It’s completely predictable how your priorities change when you’re going in to vote at various periods in your life. Even when I was a full-time undergrad, I rolled my eyes a little at the students protesting tuition hikes; after all, it’s that much worse if you’re attending school in an unsubsidized place (like the U.S.), and every student is poor, broke, and so on. Students that aren’t working or paying their own way only have so much of a leg to stand on, in my judgemental opinion.
Now that I’m old and crabby, my priorities have turned more towards household taxes and the cost of living in my city. The DB and I were lying in bed the other night, talking politics, and he pointed out how we were showing our age.
Anyhow, in lieu of actually continuing this stalled train of thought, I’m going to post another picture. This image is the one my housing management company uses to showcase the master bedroom in our current place. As you can see, it really helps show you the dimensions of the room, the features such as the ceiling fan, walk-in closet and window overlooking the street (and no, I don’t know why this file name includes ‘wince’):