It's late and I'm worn out
After midnight here in the Eastern time zone and I am worn out. Worn completely out.
After 16 years in a small, rural VA county where wife and I have busted our asses volunteering as museum docents, library volunteers, EMTs, electoral board members, church committees, and on and on, at age 82 and 80, we are moving into an apartment close to our children so we can be a burden on them.
On Labor Day, I told a neighbor we were looking to move. The next day, they came over and told us they want to buy our house, cash, and move in her elderly parents. We jumped on that deal, signed the contract (for a generous sale price), and we will be out of here in March.
Meanwhile, I'm on the county electoral board and THIS.ELECTION.IS.KILLING.ME. We will not be finished with election until the Wednesday before Thanksgiving because we must audit the Senate election.
For the past four days, in preparation for moving, I have been pressure washing and painting front and back porches as well as our wheelchair ramp, in addition to running to and from the registrar's office.
I am beat down and still have three weeks of damn near every day election business.
I recorded Lawrence on MSNBC tonight and am headed for the liquor cabinet for a BIG Jack and Coke and probably go to sleep in the recliner watching Lawrence.
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