There's still too much to do and too little time to do it. Plus, I'm coping with some unpleasant symptoms of something distinctly flu-like. I'm cranky, crabby, living on tea and toast -- and somewhat incommunicado because I've been forced to unplug my telephone. The robo-callers have swelled in number and made it difficult for me to work. So until tomorrow's primary election is concluded, don't call me because you won't even hear the strange-sounding voice on my answering machine.
Even if I didn't detest being called by politicians (and pollsters and fund-raisers and sales personnel of any sort), this last-minute flurry of robo-calls won't affect my vote. There's a road trip on my schedule tomorrow, so I cast an absentee ballot last week.
Last week, I also started to write a post about a member of the Class of 1965 who was running for office. It turned into a screed about robo-callers, so I didn't post it (but saved it in draft form in case I changed my mind). Cranky, crabby, and fueled by Fortnum & Mason Lapsang Souchong, I've decided to throw caution to the wind and publish that post-in-waiting, as well as this rant.
Now, I'm going to try to get some work done, try to stay up late enough to watch "Heroes," and then hit the sack, so I can hit the road tomorrow morning.
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