Super Tuesday

I'm off to run a few errands, kiddies, and have only a few minutes to remind you that in 10 states across our nation we get to do what people in other countries are, literally, dying to do: We get to participate in how we are governed. Nothing is to insignificant, not library hours, nor too large, like the possibly illegal coup d'etat that was allegedly carried out over the weekend. We get to decide how and who is on charge.

I am not being glib when I say that I will proudly vote in my local elections tonight. More than the Democratic Presidential Candidate are at stake in my hometown. I am both grateful and terribly, terribly burdened tonight. I cannot help but think of the most recent 500 plus soldiers who gave their lives for my chance to fill out my ballot. I am more than sobered, I am in tears when I think of how humbling their contribution to our democracy and how little relatively small my vote tonight will be. And yet, at best more than half of my town will sit home too caught up in -- what excuse does one give themselves when the blood of others buys your right to voice your opinion and you feel that reruns of Seinfeld more important?

Then we are off to have a bit of testing done. I am told a quick poke into my veins and soon the dye will spread and the MRI to see why my hands and arms do not obey my commands with regularity will be completed. Again, my contribution is so small, to lie still and allow the learned professionals to work their art.

I hope you leave your nest long enough do your sigle civic duty. And smell the flowers and the spring breeze while you are at it. Life is far too short and there are so many important things left to do. Going out this evening is a small price to pay.

the C