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Saturday should have been supply pick-up day, and this afternoon/evening I would have been in Cary helping precincts set up for tomorrow's election. But for the first time in 11 years, I cancelled. Yes, I was one of those people I begged people in training NOT to be. But Saturday was the second day in a row of very rough mornings at our house (bad enough I called the cardiologist), so I was very thankful I had made the decision the day before not to work this week.

And today? It's been great. Yesterday there was one very small episode, and today, as far as I know, there's been none. So I'm hoping Bobby's new meds are working and that this will be one of those things we can manage. And if all goes well, I'll be making my rounds again on election day in November.

Meanwhile, I've started researching presidential candidates. I said I wasn't going to do this before January, but figured I might as well begin the process of reading their books and slowly looking through their websites and twitter accounts. I'm really disappointed Walker dropped out of the race. He was one of the top 5 candidates I had planned to research. (And for the record, I'll read up on almost all of them, but there's some that have already piqued more interest than others. And NO, Trump is NOT one of them!)

But that's not on my checklist for today. Maybe I'll have time to read more tonight, but I'm bound and determined that my to do list will finally be all crossed out before the evening ends (instead of being re-written to include things from the previous 2 weeks!).

Anyone else still in shock that it's October?

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