We’ve been alternating between giddy highs and despair, thinking about the possible results of this election. So we voted early, as a family. There were no lines at our polling place, a middle school, and we sailed right through. It seemed too easy, and I felt almost paranoid afterwards (what if I filled in the ovals too much, and they throw away my ballot?)
Afterwards I drove the girls to New Haven, where we wandered the streets of Yale’s campus, me admiring the cast of autumn shadows on the gothic brick buildings and Nina jumping over sidewalk cracks as the day of treats unfolded (a Hello Kitty doll at Urban Outfitters, chocolate covered graham crackers at Starbucks, a postcard at the Yale University Art Gallery).
I’m awaiting news of the best treat of all: an Obama win.